the beauty of the rain

Inside.

I hear the roaring thunder, the whistling wind.

I see the flash of lightning, the swaying of trees.

I close my book. I set it aside.

I walk to the window. I open it wide.

I take a deep breath. I feel the cold air.

I feel the wind blow, and mess my hair.

I feel the raindrops on my fingertips.

I close my eyes.

Outside.

I hear the clattering of roadside trash.

I hear the swishing of car wipers.

I hear the water rushing in drains.

I hear them swooshing in gutters.

I picture the glittering rain under street lamps.

I picture the dancing dry leaves.

I picture the colourful umbrellas.

I picture the crowded pedestrian street.

I open my eyes.

I see into the sky.

I think of Henry and Clare.

I think of Dad.

=)

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