She liked the rain, it washed away the dust and grime of her life and freshened her surroundings. She sat for a while and listened to the gentle patter on the window, watching the long streams of water as they trickled slowly down on to the rotting sill.
It had been a long time since it had rained here and it brought about a new and interesting mustiness to the air. This was the change she had been waiting for, this gave her something to think about and broke the monotony of a Sunday, the longest of days.
The garbage would have a better scent she thought to herself, it was a long time since it had been collected and the stench of fish guts and babies nappies trailed through the walkways like a cancer. Tomorrow the air would be cleaner, the concrete washed of muck and the flower pots washed down and flowers fed.
A crack of thunder lit the horizon and the lights went out. She sat watching the shadows of the trees in the distance bending, as beaten by the relentless and torrential storm. Behind her door she heard the unmistakable crash of gates closing and further in the distance cries from the murky shadows. She watched through her prison window and thought about the fresh dawn of tomorrow.