What is it about the rain that brings calm,
Yet urgency?
Hope,
Yet sadness?
Peace,
Yet disturbance?
Why do the same drops that persuade you to dance so energetically under their shower sing you into a motionless sleep at night?
It caresses,
But stings.
Whispers,
But screams.
Comforts,
But exasperates.
All emotion,
Every feeling,
Can be brought to the surface with just a short soak in the rain.
It toys with temperament.
The rain you just so spontaneously and happily danced in has all of a sudden turned you into a grouch who hates getting wet.
So beautiful in its contradictions.
It plays with the same orchestra over and over again,
But each time the melody has been re-composed.
It colors the earth the same shades,
But never paints with the same brush.
It soothes you,
Angers you,
Helps you sleep,
Wakes you up.
It's so complex and just when you think you know how it's going to make you feel,
It changes.
-Thanks to all of you guys for helping me improve this writing. I like it a lot better now, having followed your suggestions.-
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