Watching the rain through the steamy window and listening to its noise from the inside is like keeping you still for the whole day, contemplate and dream, fight with the misgivings and play with hopes and chances ... time is the one that gives up first and I wished I could slow it down for a while or at least for a split second, but in vain..''he'' goes it with a rush, tough and confident as always..but then again ''his'' speed...is too fast lately...isn't it ? why ?
The raindrops squash and splash into the soggy ground, one faster than another out of time ...the sky gets darker, the day is upset, places are lessening of alive, because the wind pushes us forward, trying quickly to find a shelter somewhere, somehow.
The noisy sound stays...stays until the end.
How does the play wind up ? Don't know why, but it's going to be a sad day ...love rain somehow, I kind of hate it, why does it cheerlessly come along with drowsiness ?
I love rain close by the ocean, dancing, playing with the sand and waves, singing, laughing, loving, flying, running, crying, sprawling down the algae and stones and seashells...that's the only sort of rain I love..
