Please pass the asparagus.
by Wildfire
(337 views) - 1/21/05
(recorded 1/21/05 @ 1:21:46 AM)
Everything looks so much more beautiful and timeless in the rain. Some people think that rain greys the world... but rain brings out the world's true colors.

Everything's vibrant. Shining. Sparkling. Dripping with hope and promise, dazzling you somewhere deep inside.

It's the same as when someone's crying and they look in a certain direction and the liquid in their eyes threatening to burst the floodgates reflects the light *perfectly* and in that moment, their eyes become almost inhuman. All bright lights. White blindingness.

It rained tonight.


It makes the perfect sound, rain. Don't you hear it? It makes a perfect, if almost inaudible, sound when it hits any surface. From the gentle hollow sound a drop makes when it hits the surface of a leaf to the cold hard twang it makes when it hits the aluminum shader over your horse's stall.

Gentle patter on the cement, splashes in the darkness...


Water drips down the sides of buildings like the building itself is sobbing. I swear that if they could, buildings would shudder when it rains.

The water that falls from the vast black skies... it's clean and pure. Perfect. Washes away all manner of sins, makes one feel clean throughout.

There's a reason rain smells the way it does. And a reason why you can smell it before it happens. There's a reason you feel a smile play upon your lips when the first drop of rain wets the ground you're walking on. There's a reason everyone darts for cover, but then stands and watches it fall, mesmerized. There's a reason that perfectly mature and reasonable people feel an urge to get out in the rain and play. The same reason children want to splash in the puddles.



Slow dancing on the boulevard
In the quiet moments while the city’s still dark
Sleepwalking through the summer rain and the tired spaces
You could hear her name when she was warm and tender
And you held her arms around you
There was nothing but her love and affection
She was crazy for you
Now she’s part of something that you lost
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Notes:
Puddles++

You know I'd totally kick it... It just wasn't raining here.

Sigh.


   [disillusioned (J:: M) 1/21/05 1:27 AM]




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