Rain

I love rain. I think I want to live in Seattle.

I love rain. It makes me feel sad. It makes me feel calm. It makes me feel simple. It makes me get life into balance again. It makes me want to to cry. It makes me laugh. It makes me think of funerals - I think on my grandfather's funeral day, it was raining.

I remember standing in the rain. Rain is fun to stand in. But tasting the rain; it's actually quite bitter. I felt like I was drunk on rain -- not woozy, but out of it. I liked that feeling.

Rain is such a beautiful thing. It come and cleanses us. It comes and washes our bad feelings. God is like the rain. Rain is like God.

Rain is such a beautiful word. It's not part of any strenuous vocabulary list. It's probably one of the first 5000 words a child will learn.

But the word rain is like one person clapping his or her hand. Rain echos. Rain makes an impact. It's a steady beat. It's the music of nature.

I love rain.