30 April 2012
I love the sound of rain. Here, hidden from the rest of the world in my cosy attic room, the rain showers down and completely surrounds me. Most people don't like it, and say its too noisy and disrupting. But I find it therapeutic and beautiful; Like a distant army marching or a million fingers tapping on the window panes. It has to be said that I adore this kind of weather, stormy and powerful. Uncontrollable, turbulent. Magnificent, graceful. It makes humanity look so weak, which I think is a good thing seeing as we are an extremely arrogant race. It also leaves its mark. The next day, people are still in awe at the puddles that have formed, in various sizes. From as large as a car, to as tiny as a footprint. Every bump in the Tarmac roads is filled with rainwater. Brilliant.
This is another late-night post so I doubt it'll make any sense, but hey.
Opuss № I