My very first memory involves rain. Rain running down on a window.

Sal, I thought you were going to say :running down your leg!

(April 16, 2018 at 5:39 am)ignoramus Wrote: Sal, I thought you were going to say :running down your leg!

Lol, no. I must've been 3 or 4 (probably 4 since memories stick around that age) and I remember, distinctly, watching out a window and just hearing the rain outside and watching it run down the window. I don't remember which window tough, where it was.

I love thunder storms with the pouring rain, and the lightning and thunder. I used to listen to recordings of thunder storms to help me fall asleep. Something very calming about them.

The sound of rain needs no translation.

(April 16, 2018 at 4:45 pm)Jörmungandr Wrote: I love thunder storms with the pouring rain, and the lightning and thunder.  I used to listen to recordings of thunder storms to help me fall asleep.  Something very calming about them.

Same. I used to listen to simulated thunderstorm on YouTube and got away from it. So calming, it just makes me feel like everything will always be okay.

(April 15, 2018 at 5:00 pm)*Deidre* Wrote: Sitting here still, watching the rain. There's something about a rainstorm that's calming and comforting. As the water hits the pavement and slickers the grass, it feels like it's instructing me to stay still. There's no rush, I don't need to leave the house. It's okay to do nothing for a moment, or two. The stillness and quiet feels good. I can't hear any cars whizzing by or airplanes in the sky, just the hammering of water droplets falling on my windows and rooftop. I like the sound of rain, and how it drowns out life. Quiets everything and everyone around you, even birds take cover, and you can barely hear their faint chirping in the distance.

The rain stopped a few minutes ago, which means I need to move, get busy, [i]do things[/i]. Be productive. But, for those 30 minutes, the rain let me slow down, and think about everything and nothing, all at once. Until, I only thought of it. How powerful the sky is, and how I'll never really understand clouds.

I hear birds chirping again, and the whirring of airplane engines overhead. Looking outside, the sun is trying to peek through the silver ribbons of clouds, and the cycle of nature begins anew. After rain, comes the sun...and perhaps, a blurry rainbow. In about an hour, the sidewalks will be dry, and it will seem like all of what I'm telling you, never happened at all. But, it did. That's the tricky part about rain. It leaves you with a good story, but maybe only one that you believe.

Beautiful story! I like it. You and J A C K should collaborate; that would be awesome!

I'll bring the cameras!

Oh, that's not what you meant

...please ignore

Rain is just god urinating on us.