The Rain

Sitting here, listening to the rain outside. No heating in this cold, just a hot water bottle. No tv, no audio. Just the sound of the sky reaching down to dance upon my roof. A constant and yet delicate waltz. So far.

It's only just gone 9:30pm.

Saturday evening.

A salt lamp and a scented candle, along with my monitor, are the only sources of light. In this weather, the power could go out. Then it's just the candle.

No one around. No family, pets or otherwise. Just the occasional insect, but even they have decided it is best to rest and wait till a more fruitful day.

Sitting in my comfy chair, just listening to the rain.

In another part of the world, somewhere.. someone is doing the same thing.. Or..



Enjoy the weekend, we only get 52 a year. that isn't a lot, when you think about it.

I love a rainy night ...

I sat there last night watching a huge area of storms off to our northwest. It looked like quite a substantial area of rain, and I watched it move our way ... and burn out like it was hitting a wall.

Story of a drought summer.

a reply to: SummerRain



When the rain hits my window
I take and (inhale, cough me some indo
Me and Timbaland, ooh, we sang a jangle
We so tight, that you get our styles Tango
Sway on dosie-do like you loco
Singing Can we get kinky tonight? Like CoCo, so-so
You don't wanna play with my yo-yo
I smoke my hydro on the dee-low

a reply to: Lysergic

Lol, you have always intrigued me..