Clarity

Comfort Of Rain

Rain..

Rain.. 

I want you to rain all day. 

I find it soothing hearing the water drops clash on the ground, Its peaceful but so gentle. 

The rain even makes the hardest situations feel like air, It's a gift I suppose. 

I can go out shirtless not even noticing a thing, but the focus of raindrops that touch my head. 

I try to stress, I try to feel anger but that feeling of water drains all of my tension out. 

It doesn't disappointment me..

I try not to feel those things. 

I'm one with the rain as soon as the first drop comes down.. 

I sense it before It starts, I can see emotion in the clouds..

You can feel so much with rain.. so much ideas come with it and the art of beauty that resigns. 

The rain connects us to a deeper understanding of our physical world, there is nothing that we cannot do..

nor there is nothing we cannot finish. 

The rains hypnotizing power is truly something to desire. that mythical resemblance is something that satisfy's my creative hunger.. 

In the rain I am slowly sinking in another dimension, I've seen things I've never so before.. 

These appear that weren't there..

New outwardly energies strangely shift into my eyes.. 

But I know these things don't mean no harm.

There bold fashion statements are very remarkable, their outfits are nothing I've seen before.. 

But that's silly me, always looking at an outfit first..

Truly these outwardly people are bold in presence..

I'm too shy to walk up to one of them.. I'm too shy to question..

I just stare and look, I'm not giving off any impressions. 

It seems they do not care, they just wonder.. but I don't know why I feel like I've known them more..

I've noticed on the sidewalk a black and white checkerboard table that wasn't there before.. 

It changed in color from contrast to white.. It looked living put I didn't fright. 

This rain is wicked.. was the only thing that came into my head.. 

If only I had a camera on hand to cherish these malefic outwardly humans.. 

They were far from abnormal creatures and they were far from the norm.. 

I don't want the rain to end, it still amazes me.. I take my experiences with rain as inspirations.. 

I imprint my encounters In many different forms, I love memories but forgetting is my worst enemy. 

Rain.. 

Rain.. 

Don't go away..