rain sound

they weren’t calling for rain until tomorrow morning. the sun only just set a few minutes ago (the sky is still pink and orange and hanging on) and i can already hear drop drop drops on the roof. the weathermen seem to have been a bit off but in this case i really don’t mind, maybe because the rain is something that doesn’t make me miss you. i find that it’s best enjoyed alone, with open, focused ears and a large window.

dinner tonight was fun, but why do i always feel that i’ll never fit in? always, never. they loved my quiche, they ate it all, they said thank you so many times. i think that i’m just the nice friend- it’s good to know that i’m there, i’m an option, i’m a possibility. but no one really needs me.

why did god give me such a big heart? (i’m not wishing that he didn’t, in fact i feel that it suits me. i am my big heart.)

fast-forward, the snow is melting and naked tree branches are dressing themselves with yellow buds and green leaves and pink petals. grass is growing, plants are sprouting and flowers are blossoming. the rain, the rain, the rain, pit pat pit pat pit pat.

i will fall asleep and wake up to the sound. i will sleep easily.