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The rain falls lightly outside, yet louder than giants screaming. It’s 4:58; I just noticed it a moment ago. Its calming, cooling- not hard enough to stop the fires, but it will clear the air.
Everyone says that rain is sad, myself included, but this rain isn’t. It’s not happy, but there is no sorrow in it. No misery or fear or pain, just life. If you think about it, how much has the rain seen? I’m sure it’s seen lots of bad things, but it also must have seen many good, happy things.
“People cry when it rains” you’ve heard it a million times, I sure, but people cry when their happy, too.
Some rains are happy, just as some are sad; there are rains for every feeling you can imagine and then some. Then there are the rains like this one, rains that are just neutral, not unfeeling, but emotionless. Just like there are warm and cold rains, there are dark and light rains, full of expression, or sometimes, completely devoid of it.
But still, after every rain, colors fly across the sky in an arc, stretching on forever, and ending like a downpour in a drought.
In the darkness of an opaque nightfall
is the light of all eternity's glory
Let the value of nothing's hopeless worth
be what binds you to purity
For infinity means a lack of boundries,
which there for becomes true evil.
 Kashi-hime · Tue Jul 17, 2007 @ 08:27am · 0 Comments |
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