I am content when it rains.
I will not lie, I am a down and depressed individual.
Not pessimistic necessarily, just dark around the edges.
I feel like the world gets me when there's lightning, thunder, and a blinding downpour.
It makes me feel calm underneath my worrisome skin.
I sometimes can feel the earth sighing at the sweet release of rain, the tears of the sky that leave her feeling refreshed.
The way everything looks green and new beneath a darkened sky.
The storm is a sweet seduction, anticipation, the heat and humidity that come first, so sweltering you feel as if your bones could melt, the smell of it that puts a knowing look into your eyes.
The electricity in the air that leads to that quick flash of lightning, bright and frightening, enchanting, and no way to control it.
The slow rumble of thunder, that quiver in your belly that crescendos into your ears.
The sweet release of all the beautiful rain that has been pent up, building, brewing behind clouds dark as melancholy.
The sigh.
it makes me want to close my eyes and just listen.
I feel as if i could float. the song it lulls me, it pulls at parts of me that i sometimes forget to remember I have.
the rain song ceases and life continues as usual, perhaps with a few new bright and precious blooms.
