Sunday, November 04, 2007
♥ Sunday, November 04, 2007
I've forgotten the smell of rain, the itching of my nose at the scent of water all around me.
I've forgotten the feeling of rain pelting down against my skin, washing away the heat with each drop that leaves me.
I've forgotten the sound of rain bouncing off roofs. Dripping off the windows in warm houses and dry cars, leaving drops that stay on the glass panes, painting pictures with mere dots on seemingly canvas sheets that don't seem to cost a thing.
I've forgotten the taste of rain, huge, fat, humongous drops that land in my mouth, freezing cold.
Have you even watched the rain? Have you ever listened?
When you sit on the roof of your car and stick your tongue out; when you stay by the windowsills and watch nature paint her own portrait; when you sit in the car, rolling down your windows, taking the sights and scents and sounds into your head, close to your heart, and keeping all that to last for a while - at least until you finally decide to take time to indulge yourself again - do you really, really listen?
Do you hear the wounds of the broken hearted, the desperation of the lost faith? Do you see the tears that they shed, the cries that they call out, pleading and pleading for people to hear them, their breaking hearts? What is it that you listen to, what is it that you hear?
The rain is a really special thing - you're around water, but you're not in it. It soothes you, at the same time, it makes you feel wet, sticky, slimy, uncomfortable in your own skin.
When you've forgotten the rain, you've forgotten what it's like to be loved.
Stand in the rain, and not out of it; Listen to what the rain brings, and not the rain itself; Breathe in the water, not hold your breath; Open your mouth, stick your tongue out, let the rain dance for you. Don't hide from the rain, relish in it. Enjoy while it lasts, because you don't know when it's going to come again.
You can go so many ways with one chance, it's up to you to make it work. You can hide from the rain, you can enjoy it, you can wish for it to be over. But this is what I have to ask - when was the last time you stuck your tongue out at the sky; when was the last time you jumped around in puddles in rainboots?
Don't forget the rain, cause when you do you forget what it's like to be a kid.
You forget what it's like to be loved.
