I love the rain, the water that falls from the sky and is capable of hiding and washing away my tears. The warm gentleness that sweeps all my worries away with the storms passing. I can stand in the rain for hours, just standing there and wondering at the beauty that the sky’s tears reveal. The world around me transforms into a different sort of grandeur to the everyday world around me. The dim light softens the harsh edges that life has brought, and the world’s colors are muted and shadowed, displaying a darker, hidden beauty.1
The rain is even enjoyable from the comforts of my room. Rain drops heedlessly pattering against the rooftop and windows soothe me as I gaze into the darkness and lose myself in the gentle melody of the storm.2
Sometimes though, the most incredible, rejuvenating rainstorms are not the serene, silent storms, but the fierce, fiery passionate thunder storms. The storms that cry out with an intensity and vehemence that drowns out all thought and leaves simply pure, raw emotion. The sky turns into a fierce battleground between the thunder and lightning. The thunder screaming it’s defiance to nature, and the lightning burning away the darkness and revealing all the earth that it possesses. 3
I marvel at the glory of the storm as it rages and gradually passes me by, leaving me feeling refreshed and clean and empty of worries. I feel as if the storm, with all it’s beautiful raging has taken my cares and washed them away into itself and added these meager feelings to its own glory to make it that much more magnificent. And I know, with each new rain starts a new beginning.4
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not really a story, more something of how i feel and what not. but yeah.
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nice
mmmmmm i love the rain. When I was little (little is thriteen but acting like seven) I used to dance and sing songs in it. Maybe just because no one was out in the rain. -
Rain reminds me of water and water reminds me of 'him' so its all good with me
I actually liked the "icky stuff" we had yesterday, it was awesome!!
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. . . him??? *rereads* no. . . . . . although I decided yesterday that I hate rain. It's so gloomy and depressing. Thunder and Lightning storms are cool, and light drizzles but not the icky stuff we had yesterday. ^^
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You! You! Why didn't you tell me you wrote a story?!?! Well anyhow I have to say that I liked how it was based on storms and how you focused on water(partly though water reminds me of 'him') but anyways your description was so well done. "Will" you please assure me though that there was no underlying message directed towards reflecting on "him" cough cough. Talk to you soon
~Storm
P.S. these colors are killing my eyes! please change them and...learn to keep me UP TO DATE! -
this is a very endearing story. To me, it spoke about life and existance and human emotion. I like it where you said about how passionate, blazing storms are more raw than the silent ones...to me,this spoke about true emotions. We as humans are much more beautiful when we allow pure emotions to take over and let all falsness fall away. I love the rain and storms too...they make me feel like im watching some kind of display put on by the elements and mother nature. Very well done...this is truly beautiful
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Hey, such a nice pleasant write - I love rainstorms too and just enjoy sitting and listening, or lying in bed and hearing the gentle thunder and the rain, particularly when it's hitting a nice tin roof. The only line I wonder about is:
The thunder screaming it’s defiance to nature,. . .
Since the thunder is really nature screaming (at least to me) it seems that it has to be screaming at something else. Just a thought.
Nice job - stories don't have to be long to be enjoyable to read. Thanks for sharing - and keep writing. Paul
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