Rain...It's both soothing, and a pain.
For the past 7, even 8 weeks, it seems as though there hasn't been a full week of just sunshine. There has been at least one day (On most parts, at least three) of just rain.
Whenever it rains, I find myself to zone out, only much more than usual. I'll look out the window, watching the rain hit the window panel, and I'll just think deeply. The soothing "pat pat pat" of the rain hitting the side of the house, or the opened windows at school, makes me feel lost in my own thoughts. The cloudy sky, easily reflecting on a troubled mind.
Stress, and thinking is much like a rainy day. The stressful, annoying thoughts fill your mind, coming before most happier, pleasurable thoughts, much like the clouds fill the sky and cover the warm sun. The rain falling from the crying clouds gives the soothing chills of realization. Sad thoughts. The Sky is our mind, and the clouds are our sad thoughts, coming to give us a great discussion within ourselves.
The lighter rain is the best of it. Not quite a large amount of rain, but more than a drizzle. It gives the perfect amount to begin your thoughts. The sky, only partially overtaken by the clouds, still has some sun shining on through. The mind, beginning to fill with sadder thoughts, trying to block them out with the sunlight of happier thoughts. But the sadder thoughts always cover the happier thoughts, and become the next topic that the mind discusses.
Lighter rain is when I take relaxing walks. In the midst of Autumn, and the falling leaves, some light rain, it's absolutely beautiful. Half zoned out, the bright leaves hardly leave a crunch, and leave more of a "spsh" noise. Not quite a crunch, but definitely a noticeable sound. Like the sound of softly rubbing hands together. The light rain coming down from the crying clouds splat against the pavement, leaving the echoes of "pat pat pat" in the distance. The cars driving by on the wet road, with the loud "SHHHH" of the tires digging in a puddle, is like that of a uncaring detail in the backround that still adds to the story. Such as description. No story needs description; therefore, no rainy Autumn day needs shushing cars; thus they have them, because they add the detail, and make it all the more worthwhile.
The rain is moving. I look up into the sky, just as the rain becomes heavier, and I close my eyes. The pats of the rain hitting my soft skin begin to feel more like fingers, lightly tapping me, almost as somebody who wants my attention. I stand in the rain, lost in my thoughts, the bright red leaves being patted by the tears of the clouds, with the happier thoughts being blocked, just as the sun.
Before I know it, the rain is gone, and the sun comes out. The mental tears go away, and the happiness comes out again. The leaves are done being patted, yet continue to spsh under my feet. The rays of light from the sky shine brightly, only visible because through the beautiful sky that was once filled with sadness.
The feeling of the happiness returning from the sadness of the crying clouds...it can be the greatest feeling a person can experience. A weight off of the shoulders, perhaps.
The light rain was great to begin all of the thoughts. The easy-going transition from drizzle, to light rain, to rain, and to the next is like that of a sad feeling coming about, and thinking more deeply into it.
What happens when you think so surely about it, and concentrate on it?
The Heavy Rain.