Sunday, August 02, 2009

The rain

As it rained through the night, I sat by my window; listening to the patter, watching the drops pierce through the darkness and spill on the ground.
Wet leaves,
A cold breeze,
A streak of lightning mocking the sputtering street lights.

A gush of wind sprays my cheek and I let the soothing drops trickle down my face. As I shut the window, a moth scurries in, seeking refuge. I curl up in bed, wrapped in my blanket; fuzzy thoughts fill my head, lulling me to sleep. The darkness of the night will gradually melt away and the first rays of sunshine will unfold the magic of the rains.