RAIN.

I cannot help but notice the sounds of the rain on the roof. When I first began to type, the sound was gentle. Now the wind has kicked in and I know that I'm happy to be warm and comfortable. Sometimes the wind howls and pelts blankets of rain. Surely no sound is more soothing than the lullaby of a gently falling rain when you are trying to get to sleep after a busy day at work.  Rain causes a plethora of emotions in its various forms, and probably brings happy or sad memories into our imaginations...I am one of them.

I'm not a rainy person but since the day I watched this I'm stuck to this.

And that night when it rained. When someone sheltered me.:) That someone  imprinted into that memory as deeply as the moment itself.

Because that's how it goes, doesn't it? You have a moment, and if it's extraordinary enough (good or bad), it makes a mark on you.  Listening to it now, while playing music...the words are sadder than I remember them. But I have always loved the feeling of the song when it rains, the feeling of water falling, the loveliness, and the notes lilting, and cascading.

Since then, rain fall in love with me and so do I.~