Rain and My feelings

It’s been raining for quite a spell now. But like most people I know, I’m loving it. I don’t exactly know what about the rain that I really like. I’m sure it’s not the science or the technicalities behind it nor the possible dangers it brings along. None of that. It’s a couple of other things. It’s probably the clear pool of water a heavy downpour leaves in its wake in flower pots or hollowed portions of the ground after the stirred up soil and mud have settled at the bottom. Its neither the gloominess,the dullness it brings after its stopped raining, Or the sense of newness and freshness that leaves of trees and plants invoke after a drizzle. the dew drops on the tender leaves..A few drops that fell on my cheek dripping down to my lips as I brushed my lips with my tongue..It could also be the cascading of rainwater on windowpanes that harks at the sentimental in me - like it does to broken hearted people in movies - or the steady pattering on rooftops that lulls me to reverie.
I wish it would rain again tonight. It has such a calming and soothing effect on me. Whatever I'm thinking or feeling gradually dissolves all through my body. And the smell. Soooo intoxicating. The "Earth's Scent" is what I lovingly call rain. I feel a relation between my emotions and rain :-) deep relation !













Tonight I really could use some rain. I hurt sooo bad but my screams must not be heard. My soul is gasping for anything to hold on to. Is anyone out there? I'm slowly becoming a gradient and fading into the background. Would anyone even notice if I disappear?