everything & nothing

Chinese take out.

Rain. I don’t understand why so many people hate it. I love the rain. Good hair days are scarce so that reasoning goes right out the window, along with the interference of roller coaster rides, who likes roller coasters anyway? Rain is good. The smell before it rains and even more so immediately after is pure bliss. I hold it right above fresh cut grass and clean laundry. Rain is invigorating; running in it, splashing through the deep puddles it leaves in old cracked sidewalks, and the best thing is walking slowly in the rain. It’s a simple pleasure isnt it? Rain, oh so simple. Maybe thats what I love, the simplicity of it. I remember my Mom telling me that chinese food, a good book, and rainy days remind her of me. So on some rainy days you can find me running through the rain, splashing through those puddles, or maybe even walking slow through the drizzle, but on the best rainy days you can find me cozied up with a good book and a fortune cookie just waiting to be broke open.