The cold air escaped through the gap in her window as she heard the rain tap on the old window. Her boyfriend has just lef her, but she saw it coming. She wasnt sad, nor mad, nor any of the other things a girl should feel when losing a boyfriend.But if you knew Della,you’d understand she wasnt just any girl. There was something about her, that coy wink, that mysterious laugh. She looked out at the rain, its rythm was the beat to her heart. She closed her eyes and held her hand to her heart, the feeling of her heart and the rythm of the rain was in sync. The rain made her heart let go of every ounce of pain ever caused to her. Della loved life and to live life she knew she had to let go of pain and move on. That knowing caused her to not feel the pain. To others a thing she was capable of doing, to Della the magic of letting go. As the rain fell, her heart sung, her dreams flew, and life moved on. Like always Della would move on. She opened the old window, jumped out of it and stood in the rain taking in life.