I have a lot on my mind. The last thing is this Spanish test on Friday. I am not even going to be here on Friday. I will be up in Phoenix, Arizona. Me with him and him without her. Still, I wish I could be her. I glance at the window and I am suddenly captivated by the falling rain. It creates such a beautiful metaphor. Maybe I will write a poem about it. I love the rain. I love him. The rain is...