Status: Drabble: Rain
Rain
One.
I’ve always loved the rain. The sound it makes as it fall against my window, or dances across my umbrella. Small droplets of water that wash away my worries.
The troubles of my past, my sins of today and the worries about my future. Drop by drop they glide of my skin as I dance among the cascading beads of water. The sensation of a possible new beginning.
After the rain comes the sun, and the grass and the trees grow green, and the people come out to enjoy life once more.
I’ve always loved the rain; a symbol of new beginnings.
The troubles of my past, my sins of today and the worries about my future. Drop by drop they glide of my skin as I dance among the cascading beads of water. The sensation of a possible new beginning.
After the rain comes the sun, and the grass and the trees grow green, and the people come out to enjoy life once more.
I’ve always loved the rain; a symbol of new beginnings.