The Rain On My Window

I love rain. I've never written that down before but I do. I love the sound on my window as it tap tap taps. I love how, in harmony with the click of the hamster wheel my dwarfs run on it feels like home. Who knew one of the least popular part of nature could give someone such joy?

Have you ever questioned whats wrong with it? I don't see what is. It's beautiful, an ostinato of hope, a pulse of comfort. Something that won't change, steady and recurring even on the hottest of days.

Hello everyone! I'm not too sure about what I wrote there but it felt good to be in a zone again like I used to be. I guess I had to say what I loved about it to shade my disappointment. I'm no longer able to go to paris this thursday because of the flooding but also the attacks. Oh and Pray For Orlando!