rain, it's one of the only things that makes me feel at peace, and every time it rains I'm either outside on my porch writing or I'm walking around. I have boycotted umbrellas and rain boots because the rain drops wont hurt you.
and thundering in my part of California! Yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes!
All hail the rain! We need rain! For all the a-holes in other states or countries that waste water by taking 2 hour long showers stop taking water for granted. -_-
and windows. laying in my dark room watching the street lights twist and turn in the rivlets streaming down. its like the lights are dancing to the rains music.
so cleansing like being submerged in water. free floating. drifting on the water as I drift into sleep where in my...
metal roof as my alarm clock was going off. It was so easy to snuggle down into the warmth of the covers and listen to the sound of the rain.
Actually, it was way too easy and thirty minutes later I was waking to a start realizing I was running late.
Still, love that sound.
busy now. One of my fave experiences was sleeping in the rain. It could be a rumbly storm, or just pitter-patter; I just loved being in it, yet dry and secure.
Now I have a sleep app, with two different rain settings.
the mountains and it started raining, the scent of wet leaves and grass in the air was indescribable, the rain blanketing everything as it was coming down in waves across the hills was mesmerising, one of those experiences you remember and always puts a smile on your face
and I go commercial fishing. I need the money for my college expenses. I have ADHD and getting to sleep is a challenge. But I almost always go to sleep right away on the boat. At school I toss and turn, take melatonin, and mast**** to try to get some sleep. Where we fish it...
and as I laid in my bed listening to the sound of rain drops hitting my window, I let my mind go into reflection. Allowing the rain to act as a cleansing of all the junk I've subjected my heart to this past year. All the meaningless words that I let take hold of pieces of it...
and I am in bed ready to go to sleep. Nothing beats that comforting sound of rain as you drift into dreamland. I think maybe we find such comfort in the sound as it's our subconscious memory's throwback to the safety and security of the womb and the sound of our mothers...