is it not art when it's enjoyed alone ?

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.