25 April 2012
I hear the pitter patter of the rain against the sill.
Since a child I have been seated here, amongst the drops. The steady soft beat put me in a peaceful state of mind. I watched them dance through the sky and spread as they made contact with the surface. It intrigued me of how they fell so smoothly and quickly, all at the right times. A mystery it is to me, to the world, of how these specks of water can come together in such harmony.
I leaned against the window, the drapes settled on my back. I let my thoughts linger in my mind. The rain was my music, the thoughts were my song. Slowly, I was in my land, my dreams.
I picked up the book laying beside me, I lost my page. The hair on my head was gnarled and my eyes were still droopy. I stretched my arms and legs and erupted in a long, deep yawn. As I scrambled to get up, I looked out and noticed the rain had ceased. Taking its place, I come to see a rainbow stretched across the sky. Why, this was beautiful, the absolute best part of a storm. I went to go outside, slipping my shoes on and bundling my large jacket around my cold body. As I stepped outside I could smell that of water and soil in the air. It actually gave me a sense comfort and content. I reached down and spotted a little worm. Holding out my hand, it wiggled its way into my palm. Watching it as it coiled and spread, quite an amazing creature if you think. Putting him back into the soil I brushed off my hands and moved on. There, in the sky, the colors danced and sparkled a most marvelous wonder. I looked into the sky and thought. We are like the storm. We are a great mystery, yet we know so much. We may get ugly and times and ruin things, but in the end, we come together in peace and beauty.
With that, I strolled back into the house and started to read my tale.
Rain • Opuss № I