I'm an odd woman as they tell me..
I love the rain :D more than I love snow or hail or maybe even a clear sky..
I missed the rain all these winter days.. Don't get me wrong .. The snow was beautiful, graceful and stunning
But the rain is like a companion.. No matter how glittery and fancy anyone else is.. The person whos most beautiful to you is the person who is constant, who knows you at a level no one else does, who you would trust with your life, and if you were to go somewhere far away..You would miss them the most.. I can live without a snowy, or sunny day.. But I would cry if the rain left me to cope with every season alone
Maybe I Love the rain so much because I was born in vancouver? I spent alot of my childhood outside of the city but even where I stayed it rained alot..
My aged love for rain..
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I was walking home from a long, tiresome day..
The wind was blowing and the grey sky brought out all the shadows in the faces of passers by.. You might not notice but I see in black and white.. An old habit from photography..So I noticed how their cheek bones would stand out against sunk eyes that stared into oblivion..thinking
My black umbrella concealed me from the harsher side of the rain which lashed at my cheek, creating delicate lines of red on my winter pale skin
I suddenly felt an overwhelming affection for this gorgeous music called rain.. It pitter pattered on my umbrella making me feel so at home and made me realize how much I missed the rain
I stepped over wet leaves.. Today was not a good day for heels.. I wished for the redrainboots I had in my youth but ofcourse I'd out grown them long ago
I was only a block away from my over the top house..
Damn I really hate that house O.o everything about it I hate.. The size making all the people passing by feel small, the brown colour half-heartedly trying to make it modest, the security camera trying to be intimidating.. If it were me I'd hit this house up just because the foolish owners think they can stop me with a single camera.. Then again many people call me a fool :P
I even hate the inside.. All the moldings painted in real gold just exuding greed, and gluttony
Huge foyer, huge banister, so many massive unused bedrooms..infact the entire first floor is empty
Yes I hate this house.. Yet I call it home.. I suppose simply because if I'm going to lie about having a home this is the most seemingly truthful lie
Anyway back to rain..
I realized.. I wasn't far from home so off go my expensive heels as I run through enormous puddles that soak my jeans till the knees and throw away my umbrella forgetting that I'm a medical student who should fear getting the cold .. That I'm a woman afraid of getting her hair frizzy .. That I'm a somebody afraid of what people might think.. I just know I love the rain and want it to completely encompass me.. Drench me and I want to feel the rush of cold as I leap into each puddle
I think about everyone who said they wanted to dance with me in the rain.. Every lover of mine without skipping a beat had asked me that.. So today I dance with no one because I have no lovers.. Maybe the girl with a black umbrella and heels does.. But me? No one knows this girl, this infatuated girl.. So can she have a lover?
Opening the gate I become heeled and umbrellad once more.. Laughing at what marie will say..and at that Rain loving girl..