Pitter patter, the crying of the stars
The sound of thousands of raindrops applauding as they fall to the ground and burst, too heavy to float down the way icy crystals do.
In the midst of a sunny day they fall, encouraging intrigue at the unity of two seemingly opposing weather phases, bringing patches of mist lightened by the suns iridescence.
In the darkness of night they fall, droplets of celestial memories, pains stars are to endure only to shed them and be rid of their inhibitions so they may shine brighter in the night sky.
If it never rained, stars wouldn't appear quite as bright, instead they would burn up from all their interior troubles and implode, the night sky looking instead like endless fireworks ceaselessly.
Raindrops Keep Falling
Rain.
God, do you love the rain.
It's not just one thing about it, either. It's /everything./
The scent of wet grass caressing your nose. The droplets you have to blink away every five seconds. The sight of sparkling grass and leaves and trees. The taste of freshly fallen water on a dry tongue. Splashing in mud puddles like the little kid you wish you were.
Bitter winter rain, to warm summer rain. Nipping autumn rain, and soft spring rain, too. You lov
It reminds you of how great it is to be inside, how lucky you are to be able to retreat from it when it's all too much. Hell, you can't even sleep without it blasting tinnily through your iPhone's speakers.
God, do you love the rain.
Rain clouds
The clouds above are filled with mockery.Hanging above us all and looking down with contempt. Filled to the brim with rain and another shade of grey darker. But the greedy clouds keep all of the water to themselves knowing that no one below expects anything. After all this is a desert they are just passing through.