I stayed up last night just to sit on the curb by my boyfriend's apartment, feeling the rain pound against my skin. I watched lightening hit the ground in Old Town, one of the few times it does in Maine. The thunder rolled across the sky for an hour, loud claps and booms, like someone punching something immovable, relentlessly. Wrapped in a fleece blanket, my face turned toward the sky, I let the rain wash away my tears. Why I cried, I'm not sure. I only know that I felt utterly alone, in the blackness of the night. As each bolt of lightening pierced the sky, the tears fell harder. Until finally, the rain stopped, and with it, my tears