The Nutshell of My Mind

-the rain in my head-

i lay there, eyes cast at the large emptiness before me.
listening attentively.
the rain trickles down, cascading through my mind.
it seeps through every crack of my knowledge, bringing with it the dampness to my thoughts.
my mind becomes gloomy, and thus i begin to think.
although my brain is shrouded with a dull sense, it blooms with thoughts of warmth and satisfaction.
it wonders of the comfort you bring, and how long it will stay.
it dreams that you will come again, although you have yet to leave.
as the raindrops trickle further to the back of my mind, eyes still staring aimlessly, im left only to wonder.
how often do you think of me, and why do i still think of you.
how many people have i met that i dont even remember.
what did i eat for breakfast on this same day 8 years ago.
the drizzle turns into a downpour, and my thoughts fail to end.
they become more bizarre, and more unique to me.
why did that girl two years ago give me that weird look after that one thing i did.
why did the story i read end the way it did.
i close my eyes.
and as the downpour continues on, i breathe out a long sigh.
i let this moment last for the longest duration possible.
the flow of the rain through my head has halted.
the rain has stopped.
as the puddle of thoughts gathers at the bottom, the remnants of the storm outside slowly collect through the drains.
my mind is at peace, if only for the split second of time after i lay with the rain, my friend who will soon come again.