sound of rain
Between listening to the sadness of Buffy (poor Tara!), I can hear the rain outside. I love the sound of rain. Its like everything is being washed clean for a brand new start when the sun comes up again. The raindrops are falling gently off of the leaves and trickling down the side of the building, I can hear them drip drop drip drop onto the ground below. Its a perfect sound. A perfect cleansing to this world that is going to grow warm when the first rays of sunlight stretch out over the land. And then it will be day, and I will praise the sun as I have the rain this very moment.
my soul remembers that the words that seem poetic to my soul but only come out rarely.
