Untitled - June 14, 2002 In the midst of the pouring rain, the world is reflected in the shine of a million raindrops -- cooling the lives caught standing in the night storm. As the droplets slide across an unmoving face, a million expressions cross hurriedly in the pale moonlight. Just as quickly as the storm moves in, it disappears, only the waiting remains as the receding moonlight seeks shelter away from prying eyes.