I've always loved the rain. Something about it just comforts me. It's calming, moody, yet also beautiful.
The idea that behind the veils of darkness,
The plants are glistering in the wash from the clouds,
Mirror-like puddles forming reflecting the endless night-sky,
The look of the wet bricks and also the shine coming from the roof tiles.
But the most beautiful part of the rain is the sound it makes.
The endless clattering made by the falling drops, It’s therapeutic and mesmerizing.
The sounds of the seemingly endless washing of my house, It relieves me, it comforts me.
It warms me and just for a moment my pain too, forms a puddle that's simply reflecting the endless expanse of the universe around me.
Maybe one day, I can be washed by the rain. Unchained from the prison of my burdens and sins, to find solace in It’s embrace.