|Posted on January 19, 2011 at 8:18 PM|
I sit and watch the rain pour down
and marvel at it’s constant sound,
it causes my mind to relax
and ups my consequence to the max.
Though it pours so constantly
it never seems to bother me,
because i know it’s nurturing
not just my mind but everything.
The sound of thunder and a lighting strike
are strangely things i seem to like,
they feel as family as the rain
even though different as joy and pain.
I respect and love these falling drops
and i could care less if it ever stops
because it’s an important event to me
the rain it seems to set me free.