I was at the bus stop one morning, heading into the city for work. It was pouring and cold. I wanted the bus to come so badly. It could have been a miserable day. It was early in the morning; it was a work day; it was cold; it was rainy. But the beauty of the rain and puddles captivated me, especially when the headlights of the cars drove by. I felt like a newborn baby seeing her first mobile over crib. I watched and watched and in no time the bus arrived.