It seems to me that the sunlight is rarely more beautiful than when it appears after a period of rain. I don’t know if the air quality is better because the precipitation washes away impurities, or if it’s simply the effects of absence. What I do know is that when the sun comes out immediately following a storm, rain becomes a thing of beauty: glazing and intensifying colors, forming small crystalline droplets that catch the glimmer and sparkle of the sun’s rays. It is a melancholy beauty, one brought forth as a result of a constant dismal drizzle or the drama of a storm. Yet–the drizzle fades away, the storm passes, and the beauty remains. The sun’s rays glisten on rain drops triumphantly.