It's currently 12:30 am, my parents sound asleep and I can hear the rain hitting the roof. It's a comforting sound, that I hadn't heard in awhile. The summer had been hot and humid, the rain minimal.
But now, the rain is coming down in a downpour that the earth needs. The grass will be greener, the plants will get the nutrients they need and the birds will have fresh food for them and their young.
I'm reminded of the time I went camping as a kid and we got rained on. Getting out of the tent the next morning, nature being right at our front door and the earth smelling clean, as if the rain washed away all the pain.
The sound of individual water droplets softly hitting my rood, keeps me awake. There's no thunder or lighting, only the soft whooshing of the wind.
I give a sleepy smile as the rain make me tired and I fall asleep quickly.
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Solitude
PoetryJust writings I've done during late nights about aspects in my life and world issues, topped with some short stories.
