I stare out my bedroom window. Just watching as the water droplets gently fall against the window pane. A small smile graces my lips. I shut my eyes for a second, just listening to the soothing sound.
Drip. Drop. Drip. Drop.
I sigh contently at the sound.
I find peace in the rain.
I gaze at the sky, watching the clouds let their tears fall. I began to contemplate the memories I have in the rain. One specific memory pops up in my mind. As a child, I remember anxiously checking the forecast every morning.
Hoping to see a few rainy days ahead. Alas, when it finally would rain, I would grab my ruby red raincoat and matching boots to play. Darting out of the house, I would carefully skip down the steps, and make my way to the largest puddles.
Splishing and splashing in the water, giggling. Ah, what fond memories the rain and I have.
Oh, how I miss those days when I could run around while the sky let out her tears.
How I wish I could turn back the hands of time to revisit such memories. Ah yes, the rain. A misunderstood cycle. A part of the crazy chaotic world we live in.
Oh, how I find peace in the rain.
