I lay in my bed taking long strides of breath.. My fluttering stomach and my racing mind is what keeps me up at night. But they are my only friends at this hour. This hour that tortures me so. Being too long when you stare at the time and not long enough when you lose yourself in thought. So here i am in the utter silence with myself and only myself... until the metallic ticking starts.. The cool breeze that blows through the window brings a smile to my face because i have become accustomed to that sound. It is the sound of the first rain fall. Though it is sparatic at first, the harsh unsynchronized pelts of the rain excite me as if the whole world runs on a swivel but the rain is bold. The rain is brave. It does what it wants with as little sense that it needs. And so i lose myself in the unorchestrated sounds of the rainfall, knowing that not everything must revolve around symmetry.
