I heard the cheer of birds along with the thunderstrom as the soft drip of the rain filled my ears. It was happening in slow motion. I remember hearing the church priests sing, adorning the rain with the birds....and it was another day. Another day to get soaked till your feet in the water...another day to hear the sound of the sweet birds...another day to be big bowl of hot mess or a champion. But there was choice..to live today as if was the last time...to live today accomplishing something worth doing. So what do you choose?