Rain

It rains intensly on the short window sill i have enough room to place one cigarette and i cant help put to raise the window and listen to the sound of it all. The music of many tiny droplets of water rushing down to the earth to provide the message from above. I get sad to hear it slow down. I want it to get more intense. I dont want it to be dangerous but i want it to be just loud enough so i can hear. It provides a background of images, or thoughts that no other setting could and i cant help but be entranced by what the scene has to offer.

For some reason when i hear rain I think of an event. an enormous event which has no regard for invitations and does not have bias to its attendees. All that are present may partake and i one of those lucky living beings who gets to enjoy this scenery. Its a quite ceremony but it succeeds at seeming important. I know thats its raining because it needs to . I know its raining because it just has to happen at some point. The tiny little bottles of condensed water droplets come down heavy bearing the message:

Here is the rain. Enjoy it while it lasts.