Rain
It's one of my favorite things
On days when I'm lacking the inspiration to do anything, the rain helps me
I'll open my windows as wide as they can and throw the windows open
I'll grab a mug of hot chocolate with marshmallows
Then I'll sit down and allow the sound of the rain to calm me
The quiet pitter-patter of the rain on the roof of my house
It's been a sound that's comforted me ever since I was born
It sounds like gentle drums
It feels like they're pulling me off to another place, though just in my mind
Or maybe I find it so comforting because of the smell
To me, it's indescribable how rain smells, but it smells wonderful
After the rain is over, I'll go outside and look up at the sky
Bright blue no longer filled with clouds but instead small chirping birds
They're singing a greeting
I shut my eyes and inhale
A new world is before me
The old has been washed away and cleansed
Oh how I love the rain
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Year of 365
RandomA mess of short stories, poems, and whatever else I feel like writing. I will be continuing this for one year and in June 2022 I'll end it.
