What the Rains Have to Say...

From where I’m writing, it’s been raining all day.

Shifting between drizzles and medium to heavy showers.

I’m not sure if you feel the same way.

But I’ve never been able to associate the rains with joy.

Or happiness, in general.

Or maybe it depends on the person.

For some it’s joy.

For some, it’s melancholy.

For some, it’s nostalgia.

For some, it’s something that they never want to feel again.

Maybe the rains are just trying to show you who you are.

If you’re happy, you get happier.

If you’re gloomy, you get gloomier.

Do I hate the rain? No. In fact,

I love the way how things go quiet around me when it pours.

You only hear the thuds.

The subtle shudders on the walls.

The sloshy rustle of the leaves against each other.

Like music.

Like lullaby.

Hypnotizing you into a state of focus.

Or just deep slumber.

Or very rarely…

Push you to put your fingers against the keys.

And the words start coming in a rush.

Like a continuous shiver down your spine.

Flow.

Pleasure.

Grace.

That’s what the rains today told me today.

What about you?