rain

(poems goDrip, drip goes the rain. Making different sounds it time it splashes, crashes, on the sidewalks, car hoods, roofs and, anything else that gets in its way. When it’s slow you can’t hear it but as it speeds up, making its own music, and not like rap or rock but its own music. It’s a symphony without any music sheets, no conductor, no cue on when or what to hit. It does it at random. You can’t sing with it, maybe dance with the music it makes but in reality you are just dancing in it not to it. Along with the music it makes it also brings different smells. As I was walking by a tree earlier the smell was like at the ocean in the redwood forest. The smell welcomed you, not caring who you were, but giving you what it could offer the shelter music and smell. Rain it a wonderful but mysterious thing. But there is also a down side to it. There is a time to be happy and show your love for someone which is supposed to make it better, but it is also the perfect time for heart breaks, sadness. To me rain is known as the wonderful depression here)