i like to walk in d rain when im sad nd cry Coz no one can see ur tears...
what a special walk when you opening your arms,and closing your eyes; and look the sky and the smell of the rain it's so nice
what a feel...people look at you like you're cazy ..hahaha
for me. I love the sound and the smell. Although, I hate to travel in it, because I don't want to go anywhere wet. But being at home, and listening to a million drops of water hit the roof is so soothing to me.
I was backpacking in Montana and I had my dog and my girlfriend at the time we were 5 miles in and had about another mile to mile and a half to walk to our campsite, when the clouds opened up and began pouring down on us, it felt like it was horrible but as we walked I decided...
Does anyone else out there have a strong connection to the smells of nature? Id find myself walking along my country road and all of a sudden i smell beautiful things, things that make me happy, like flowers, trees, fresh air, home made meals cooking, lavender, dirt and so on...
When I was much younger I used to sleep overnight at my grandparent's house on a regular basis. Their roof was fairly thin so even brief showers could be heard. Plus later if it rained hard enough the roof leaked in a few places and my grandmother put various containers...
So many people complain if it rains when they go camping. I love to get into the tent and lie cozy in a sleeping bag, curled up with a good book and just read and listen to the rain on the tent top.
Last night it rained.
Just like it always does as I think of you.
The thunder boomed.
Pulling me away from you again.
Why do the Heavens fall?
When will the rivers flow with full embrace?
How will I see you if the river is dry?
Take me to you.
O Rain! Wash my...
Close your eyes.
Breathe a breath of relief.
Feel my comfort and be still.
I fall all about to be absorbed by the land, to replenish and revive the forsaken.
What do you see?
In that which had pooled on the ground before you, a reflection of me?
Hello rain,Thanks for coming over to play.As I roll down the road in my parents car, a younger me who is about four,I know I can trust and fear my friend the rain.I let the water drops race down my window,Even when everyone is gone in my life,I still have zillions of little...