I've always wanted to describe rain on a window pane. Not just the look of it, but how the light reflects off the droplets, the sound it makes when it hits the glass. I wanted to describe the emotions contained within the water.
I don't know how many times I sat down, pen in hand staring out the window searching for the right words to explain my feelings. I must have spent hours staring at the rain, straining to express the sheer beauty of the situation. The it hit me, there are no words. Nothing can explain the moment when you are sitting in silence watching the rain fall and listening to it spatter. It's one of those rare moments that escapes language. It is raw emotion in its purest form, unnamed and indescribable.
Those are the moments where time and space loses meaning and it's just me and the rain on the window pane.
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It was a long, emotional day, and this self reflection is the result.
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The Quasi-Coherent Ramblings of a Self Proclaimed Hermitess
DiversosIf the title didn't say it all read on. A collection of poems, other short works and random ideas with varying themes. Reader input is encouraged, oh and a "Hermitess" is a female hermit. Most entries have a base in my real life, but then again mos...
