The Rain Safe behind my window, as I gaze up into the night sky, feeling low, I can almost touch the rain falling on me from outside, Before I used to pray that it will be dry, but now just I wonder why, How I did not notice the wonders happening outside at all, as I am shielded by my invisible wall, not acknowledging what was coming to my door, Was mother natures little helper, conquests thirst and droughts as part of the weather, The gentle tapping of raindrops on leaves and trees, Maybe from where I am, behind closed walls not actually visible, but even however and wherever I stand, easily imaginable, no longer do I fear the rain, or being wet, as it soothes the pain, on earth, as part of a four season concept.
Reason for writing:
The rain, is a fascinating, amazing thing. I would take walks at night in the rain to take down feelings and sometimes stare out of my window when it is pouring down. Totally inspirating.
Birth sign: Scorpio
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