There was something about the way the drops of rain ran down the glass. They hit firstly as a drop then a drop became a thin line traveling down the glass . Kamsi watched the glass with newly found interest like it was the first time she was seeing a rain drop slide down the glass. She idly pulled at the furs at the wrist of her long sleeved sweater.

While she watched the glass, she could not see beyond and at that time, she felt the need to paint. The need came with an uneasy shiver and she hugged herself tighter.

Her attention was brought back by the sound...