Watching the sky. draft 1
On top of this building, it was easier to see. Everything could look just how I want it to. It could be dusk, and everything have a reddish glow, or maybe it's just after sunrise, when things look their freshest. There could be a big crowd gathered because of a car crash a hundred feet away, or it could be the dead of night, and not a soul for miles. Any way I wanted it.

All the same I knew I should open my eyes. When I did, I laughed.
In my concentrating on the possibilities, I never noticed the rain.

I was soaked, and the sky full of rolling black clouds. I reveled in the grey of the sky, and the road, and the sidewalk. "Better than I could have imagined it" I said to myself, happy to be alive at this exact moment.

I watched the sky for a few minutes. I laughed at the drops, and felt inspired by their persistence.
I looked out on the scene, and after a few minutes of appreciating the uniformity of man and nature painting this picture all one color for me, I jumped.