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Raindrops on my window ...
By: KyAuna Mills
Have you ever just taken the time to just sit and watch the rain fall? Have you ever noticed how truly magnifisent the rain really is? Have you ever just listened to it fall? Do that next time it rains and you will be able to understand the beauty I speak of here. I've always admired the way a raindrop will fall, some times slanted and other times straight. The design it makes when its liquid crystal bodies collide with my bedroom window. The sound alone draws goose bumps to my skin and I can feel the cool air it brings with it make its way slowly through the glass between us. The uneven sounds of them pounding harder against the window as they fall faster yet still I can hear a slight rhythem hidden in there. I crack my window and can smell the rain, there is no other smell like it. There is nothing so fresh.I find on days like this I can loose myself for hours as I stare out the window at the beauty all around me.Very few think of rain as graceful but I am one of them. My imagination carries me away on so many small adventures and soon i will find myself either with my laptop or a pad of paper and pen in my hands. Sometimes I can see faces in the dribbles on my window pane. I find peace from watching them run down the glass and pool on the sill on the other side. What dream will the rain cast for me this time? Pirates perhaps or maybe something else? When you have something as pure as rain and as untamable as your imagination...anything is possible.