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Sunday, October 17, 2004

Rain
Last night was the first time it has rained since I moved out to the guest house.

I was on the phone and I noticed a dripping sound like I left the faucet on. I looked over my shoulder at the sink, but the sound was not coming from there. I then turned to the window. I could hear the water rolling off the roof and the steady drip drip drip of the rain.

I squealed a bit and ran outside, with my phone still in my hand. I quicklly dashed out on to the lawn and danced around. I ran back to the house and announced to the people I was talking to, "It's raining."

The rain kept on through the entire convesation, and when we said our good byes and hung up, it was still falling from the sky. I went off and did other things, not paying attention, but whenever there was a lull in the music, a pause on the tv, I could hear it.

After a while, I could even smell it. The clean, fresh scent of rain. Nothing more simple or pure. The scent of rain is the scent of calm. I love it so much.

When I went to sleep, the rain sang me a lullaby, coaxing me into dream land.

When I woke up, the rain dripped off the roof and fell onto the lawn outside, but it was a gentle drizzle. It let up a little, so I went in to get breakfast. I went back out to my house, and nothing fell from the sky.

When I got settled in my bed with a blanket and a cup of tea, the gentle dripping started again. It went from gentle dripping to heavy drops plopping on the roof, then back to light drops, like it is now.

Eventually, it will completely fade away, leaving only puddles and waterspots on cars as a reminder. So I will savor the rain as much as I can, because who knows when this magic will return.

AFI - Days of the Phoenix
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