Life is the wind and the rain and the thunder in the sky...
It rains here. But it does not storm. It's an eerie feeling...this silent rain. Haunts me of what is missing. Of what can not be spoken. I've missed the thunder and lighting, crave it at times. Have yelled up at the sky "Stop ignoring me and talk to me again!". I fell in love in the rain you know, have always enjoyed it's company. I don't appreciate the silent treatment. I'm jealous that way.
The rain whispers to me of young love
It teases me with promises that can't be kept
The clouds giggle at my unspoken dreams
The puddles dance at my squeals of delight
The crisp air clears the dark secrets away
The damp scent fills my depleting spirit
The howl of the wind lures me out of insomnia
The rhythm of the drops drum me to sleep
The rain has been my friend for many years.
I've lost count of how many walks and dances in the rain I've taken, it's very liberating. Loved falling asleep to it's angry cries. But here it just mocks me. Tries to make my life meaninglessness.
Today I was lonely. And missing home. I was sitting on my steps, my thoughts trying to find peace, watching the rain pour, enjoying the scent that follows.
I saw lighting. I smiled and waited.
And heard the rain speak. Twice. Quite loudly. And everything made sense again.
There was a knock at the door. It was our neighbor. "Did you hear that! Haven't heard thunder in years....it's quite scary isn't it?"
She was puzzled by my happiness. She came over to make sure I was ok and found me quite giddy.
Thank you for for talking to me today rain, let's do it again soon.
In case you hadn't noticed I'm still in a weird mood. Perhaps I will be back to "normal" soon. Perhaps.
