A Little Drop of Somethin’ Nice

I’ve always loved rain. How Tumblr-like, yes, I know. But, yes, it is quite possibly one of my favorite chapters in my own little book of life. Especially at night, when all you hear is the pitter patter against the glass windows, the occasional slur of a car’s motor, as the wheels slip and slide past the puddles. It was peaceful in a world that was otherwise. Calming, much better than the bizarre apps that echo so called nature noises throughout your hollow bedroom. I’ve always loved the words associated with rain. Drizzle, slur, downpour, sludge…

It always made me feel less alone, less distraught, and more real. The way the drops would hit my skin, a cold harsh flush of reality to flatter my senses. The way my bones absorb the little ocean from the sky, free from salt and the crustaceans of humanity’s existence. Pure. Something pure had found its way to me, a cry from Heaven’s most finest angels themselves, washing my sins to the river. But who is to say the river will not be tainted as well?

A little droplet of precipitation, a little droplet of making the world seem less of a lonely place, but even more so in a way that my tears would mimic the droplets that are to wash them away.

And it is with this, that I learned, that even the Earth needed to cry, too. 

- April 18, 2017 at 1:07 am -