Sometimes the rain sounds like the sea or a wild ocean or strong wind, but how do we know which one, if not for context. But this time,whats hitting the roof of my reading room was definitely rain.
I wanted to go out in the rain ,see it pour down . It would be better than sitting confined to these four walls,I think to myself and sprung up,acting on impulse. I went outside and stood near a window.
It was beautiful, mist on my face, caressing,almost. The wind lashing in like an ocean.Almost.
I stood there for what felt like a long five minutes. I wanted to tell people how beautiful this is and how happy that makes me and I longed for someone to watch the rain with me.
Admire it, with me.
I look around . It's the window the rain and I.
Suddenly, the rain felt
a little too harsh,
a little too loud,
and a little too wild.
And I went back in ,hugging myself.
