Rain
Me and rain, rain and I, we get along just fine we do.
Especially the spring rain. I don't rush to get out of the rain, I welcome it.
It's this thing I have with water, I love everything about it. From its fierce strength to its calm solitude, from the pitter-patter it makes on pavement to the strange oily smell that comes out of the road when it's just a little too dry and the sky opens up just a little bit.
When I was little, I wanted to sail across the ocean. I wanted to visit coasts apon coasts, and brave storms. Water scares me, awes me, relaxes me, and humbles me. Contradictory and yet true.
And this spring rain, and the pitter patter on the pavement, soothes and reminds me.
Especially the spring rain. I don't rush to get out of the rain, I welcome it.
It's this thing I have with water, I love everything about it. From its fierce strength to its calm solitude, from the pitter-patter it makes on pavement to the strange oily smell that comes out of the road when it's just a little too dry and the sky opens up just a little bit.
When I was little, I wanted to sail across the ocean. I wanted to visit coasts apon coasts, and brave storms. Water scares me, awes me, relaxes me, and humbles me. Contradictory and yet true.
And this spring rain, and the pitter patter on the pavement, soothes and reminds me.