I'm wishing it was raining.
Not only because we're half way to bad drought ,not that, nor the soothing repartee
of pattering upon roofs, and then there's the
tall canopy of forest here, as the light rainfall or torrent steadily heads down to the ground. No. It's because when it's raining everything is darker and the sky is busy with great activity as big heavy filled clouds from far away with waters from all sorts of ponds , rivers and oceans, are sopped into the cloud form in such an inconceivable manner .
I mean try to imagine this huge store of water gathered from so many places as the cloud slowly grew from a small amorphous wisp to a powerful violet presence with positive and negative charge capacity and hundreds of pounds of water somehow held in a huge something you could pass your hand through. You could walk through.
But it's not just that. It's that when it's raining, even better at night, when the darkness is seeping into all things, you either are outside with coverings on or bundled indoors, held somehow by the rains.
And the limitations and imposed time out and necessity for quiet and gazing out the window and lulled by rainfall and confabulated by lightening is actually the thing.
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