Missing the Rain

The drops are like finger taps on a watery drum. Waking me and lulling me to sleep at the same time. Ironic ain’t it? How a turbulent storm can bring such peace. No matter the time of day or night, time is counted in a more human pace. No longer a second but a heartbeat, no longer an minute but a breath, no longer an hour but a thought, a lingering stare, a way you lay in bed, an embrace with your love. This rain is like a magic potion dripping all over you without getting you wet. Your thoughts shift to a more relaxed state or just stop completely as you stop controlling your senses and let them control you. You hear what you feel, you feel what smell, you smell what you see…..its all jumbled up in a salad of emotions. You find yourself in a dreamlike reality between being awake and sleep not knowing which one you want to be. Its a good feeling. If you ever decided to actually open your eyes and look out of window, you will see what your ears have been watching. Those were the thoughts that ran thru my head and thats what it was like that morning…………