I see a feather outside the window. It floats low, moving randomly from the sidewalk to the grass. As it is just about to land on the road, a car passes by the feather and gives it a push to fly even higher. A couple more blasts of wind would send it into the clouds.
             The feather lingers in the sky, above the houses and the trees. The sun shines brightly and the birds chirp loudly, but the wind is beginning to end. The feather gently sinks little by little, but it has not hit the ground yet. It approaches the interstate, where the cars and trucks keep the feather afloat as they pass by. If it can just get one gust of wind, it may have a chance.
             The clouds are turning dark, but the feather remains afloat. Suddenly, a blast of wind not so far away kicks the feather high into the sky. It is now flying along with a flock of migrating geese, just inches below the clouds. The clouds are now black. The feather dances gracefully in the sky, inching higher with every step. However, this is as high as it will get. After a couple claps of thunder, drops of rain pour down to earth. The feather tries to resist the force but it was too much. One after another, raindrops pile onto it and the load was too heavy to bear.
             In a freefall, the feather plunges down to earth, striking the hard concrete sidewalk. More claps of thunder come and lighting appears a couple of miles away. Children are scrambling home for cover. The feather lies lifelessly, soaked in rainwater, and then in mud after a couple of cars passed by. The fluid gently carries the feather away from the sidewalk to the road, where a truck from nowhere flattens it. There is no wind to bring it back up, only more rain. As the precipitation accumulates, the feather limps against the current until there is nothing left to help it. It flows along, and suddenly, it drops beneath the road and into the sewer. Where it will go no one knows.
             The rain is now gone,...