you see the raindrops running down the window pane, and you wonder where they're hurrying to. their little journey is so short, but seems so much more fulfilling in comparison.

it's amazing, the comfort one can receive just watching the rain.

it's almost symbolic. the way it cries with you, yet holds the promises of washing those tears away.

if there was such thing as perfection, that would be a perfect remedy. after we all, we all need chicken soup for the soul sometimes.

even in a thunderstorm, the effect never wavers, but seems more enhanced.
brings you the notion that even in the midst of all the shit around you, peace isnt actaully too far away.

i forgot about the rain.

until i stood at the window this afternoon once more.