The rain pours from the sky in grey sheets of shook foil, washing across the carpark and rapping your name in gusts on the window-panes. And as the water swirls & whirls down pipes & drains I remember again your question: 'Do you believe in love, love at first sight?' Well, I might; if I believe in love at all. I'm passionate about passion & I like to be liked; I guess I also love to be loved~ but at first sight? Can it happen? Could it be real? To love; to feel; to joy, to fuse pleasure & pain; I struggle to answer as your question pours from the sky like rain.