it's raining again. the pitter patter of the rain is like my heart rattling in my chest constant. its raining again. when it rains, i think. dont we all? dont we all become pensive when we look out the window to see rain it's raining again, and when it rains i'm reminded of you. i smell the muddy ground and the worms. the smell of rain is so distinct isn't it strange. i went from talking about you to worms i wonder why. when it rains my hair gets really frizzy you used to like it when it looked like that but now i just put it up when it rains. i look outside and see the rain drops on my window fall so slowly, i watch one descend, and as it does, it picks up more and more little guys to become a big drop. a super rain drop. until it explodes on the window sill. i watch this over and over again until i realize i forgot about you and my frizzy hair but then i remember i remembered. it's still raining. i wonder when it will stop. although, if the constant pitter patter of the drops ceases, does that mean the rattling will too? no. rain and me are not one. we used to be. it's silly the things you think when it rains. it's raining again. i keep thinking. it will stop. it will stop. but then it doesnt. those poor drowned worms. i hope they can swim. you were a good swimmer. oops. there i go again. worms to you. the rain is slowing. i listen i hear crickets. i realize my hair is hurting up like that, so i take it down. and then i realize, thanks to the crickets, i think silence and forgot about the worms.