it rained today...

It rained today. From the early hours of the morning, drops of rain have been falling from the sky. It is still raining, and it is now 8:20pm, Monday. I like the rain. The way it dances on the ground, how it spatters on my window and then lazily slides down the glass. It is beautiful to look at against the overcast sky. Apparently, it is to snow very heavily tonight and all this week. As I sat at my window and watched to rain fall, I thought I saw some snowflakes scattered among the raindrops. So I can now say that the snow began falling at 8:16pm for future references, not that anybody cares.

From my bed, I'm looking out the window. Thinking. Matthew's landing light is on. I can see it from here. The yellow hue is shining on the rain drops on my window. I can hear the train rumble by...Silence. Men can create the most exquiste sounds, but silence, is the most beautiful sound in the universe.

On my left, there is a lamp I turned on. I like it's light. Not too bright as to light up the entire room, but not too dim as to prevent me from being able to write. I haven't closed the cutains or blinds yet, even though it's getting dark. I don't want to shut out the world. I want to see and hear the rain drops and watch then glow in the light from Matthew's house.

The rain was very heavy this afternoon. I went for a walk in it. I took an umbrella, stepped outside, and just walked in the rain. It was perfect. The only sounds I couyld hear were the traffic, the rain pinging off my umbrella and the rain falling onto the ground all around me. I could hear the cars tyres snap against puddles by the curbs. I could hear the sound of water splash into gutters and drains. Every sound complimented each other. Every sound was needed.

I went to the river. I stood on the grating in the heavy rain with my umbrella, watching rain fall into the river, it's rippled forming circles that dispersed then disappeared. Only to be replaced by yet another falling raindrop, which in turn would do the same. I watched, mesmerized, as hundreds of circles formated, expanded and then vanished. I stood there for fifteen minutes, never taking my eyes off the water. I could feel the wind swirl around me, cold, yet comforting.

I can now hear another train...

Anyway, after about fifteen minutes, I decided to leave, but walked further still, and followed the road. Any road. I didn't care, as long as I was walking. I walked, I listened, I sensed, I saw.

I like the rain.