The cold rain drips into wet soil, and the grey clouds envelop the sky. It's yet another rainy day. But you're not sad, are you? Why is that? Do you find comfort in icy winds? Do you look to the grey skies and find their color reassuring? Or do you simply like to watch the rain fall—that liquid tells a thousand tales. It sings them to you in quiet melodies. Its stories are always different; its songs are too. The myriad of memories that blossom from rain always sparkle in your mind, don't they? The sun comes to wipe away the rain, but deep in your mind, the songs of rain will always be dancing. Their unknown tales will wait for you; their songs will always come back. They are just biding their time for yet another rainy day.
obsessed. what a concept. the sound of it knocking on my window is universal and wherever i am, it is so calming and soothing to me. i believe i have several playlists dedicated to this specific mood.
i danced in the rain the other day because the sun was shining at the same time and it was warm and nice out while right now, as i am typing this, it is dark and kind of cool out and it feels a lot more cozy.
also, rain creates rainbows and who doesn't love that so very much?