I love the sound of rain, I love the rain in general. Relax with me. Seems like everytime I hear rain gently pouring down against a window while thunder seems to carefully roll across the sky my body instantaneously relaxes. All of my thoughts, all of my problems, all of my worries vanish at the light pattering noises surrounding me. I like to walk in the rain, or run, just to get an escape from myself for a while. Escaping; such an unfulfilling thing to do at times. How can one escape from ones self? Our minds, our preferences and expectations are always growing once we grasp onto what we think is bliss when really we are only trancing out of ourselves for a while.
I used to wish I was cataleptic.
Sometimes the rain here in the south reminds me of love, other times it reminds me of heartache. It depends on the heaviness of the downpour. When rain beats lightly against the concrete and the thunder delicately drums alongside of a possible lighting strike it just sings love to me. It’s slow and careful, it doesn’t want to rush into something that will startle everyone around it. It just wants to show its relations with the world, with the earth. Grounded. Thunder. Sometimes people are afraid of storms whether they be light or whether they are heavy. If it’s love you shouldn’t be afraid of light rain or heavy downpours, love is supposed to be through thick and thin right? Love has changed so much over these past years of my life, watching people think they’re in love or think they are portraying love when really they’re creating harm to all of those around them. Danger.
Everything I look at it seems there becomes some sort of meaning, some sort of cause that’s triggered this meaning to wire into my mind the way it has. Like the violin. It’s a beautiful sound with delicate strings yet it’s so haunting and troublesome once someone sketchy gets a hold to it. It’s like a lurking terror can instantly taint a violin’s innocent sound and change it into something dangerous or anxious- sounding…rambling.
I prefer to listen to orchestra music opposed to music with words sometimes, especially on rainy days. Words take away from the beautiful silence I prefer to hear, get my own interpretation of the rain. Some people hate the rain because it reminds them of sadness and harder times and, given that may be true for some, it can be a reminder of bad times but it reminds me of how much good I’ve ended up accomplishing through bad times. It brings me peace and security knowing I’ll be okay at the end of the day whether I’m surrounded by people who claim they love me or whether I’m alone.
Rain. Peace. Love.
I wish I could see your views on the rain.