There's something about rain I love. Something about it that makes me smile, dream, and wish. Others might find rain dreary and cold, but not me.
I may go out sometimes and just sit there in the rain, or sometimes even begin to spin beneath it, smiling. It gives me a refreshed feeling, like everything I ever did that wasn't the greatest or I regreted was cleansed away from my soul. I could start over new.
I see rain as a chance to be able to create wonderful things, or to write a great story by the window and every once in a while lean my head back against it and just listen to the sounds of the rain hitting the windowsill and ground, drop after drop.
Then there's the dreaming. The rain makes me dream of such wonderful things and I never go to stop imagining until the rain takes my dreams along with it.
Only, there is a sadness that comes with the price of a moment of peace and happiness within the rain. That is after the rain is carried away. Everything is back to normal. Traffic can be heard along with its honking and tire sliding, babies can be heard crying, once again the smell of pollution can be smelt, and people may once more carry out their crimes.
And although everything else does not sound so swell after the rain has gone, the rain has left something for us all. Hope. Hope that the sound of rain and feeling of rain on your arms will come once more. Hope for people with only tragedy in their lives. Hope for the chance when all bad things are washed away. Hope...for everything to one day, be changed for the better.
The rain is my comfort.
