a windy night on Daniel Street. also, rather dark, as no moon seems to be out. then all of a sudden, the clouds crack and burst and the wind suddenly turns into water.
such are these nights... really, i've never known peace such as these nights.
i'm sitting here, in front of my laptop working on a Philosophy 1 report. reclined, listening to a thousand joyous raindrops falling from the sky. "i'm free!" they yell. "i'm free! i'm finally free!"
i like to believe God is in the rain. and i know He is. the rain heals, soothes, and cleans the earth as well as crumbles it, decimates it, crushes it. but with every rainfall, you can't help but to fall in love with the sound that the rain brings--as though it calls out to you. says it wants to speak to you.
says it loves you.
and everytime it rains, i always think it's God saying He loves me. that's why i love rainy evenings best.
