As the rain softly falls, droplets streak the glass, blurring the glowing headlights ahead. The sky is painted in deep oranges and purples, fading into the distance, where the road disappears. There's a sense of motion and transition, as if the world outside is rushing by, but inside, there's a quiet detachment—a calm amid the storm.
Leaving my worries behind, I let the colors of the evening sky wash over me, signaling the end of another day. The rain, like my troubles, fades into the background, replaced by the peace of knowing that tomorrow brings a fresh start.