It was a cold,rainy and dark. The wind made the trees shake so much that you heard them scratch the windows. Leaves blew down off the trees getting stuck between the silent pauses of the fast wind then landing softly upon the cold ground wet from the rain.
Inside the lightening light up the house as the spears of light comes down and touched the land beneth it, quieteing the people inside. The movie kept playing and the children kept listening. Trying to ignore the strom brewing outside.
My favorite room in my house is the room you see when you first open my front door. There’s tan tiling, with this one square outlined with different tile patterns. That’s where our slick black grand piano stands, but that’s not it. There’s this huge window that basically makes the whole wall transparent.
On sunny days the light shines through it and it compliments the piano. Its so bright and sunlight beams everywhere. On dark rainy days you can hear the rain fall on the window pane and see the rain make the water in the pool move. The whole house is dark and quite and lightening is outside. And when the lightening crashes down across the city, for a split second the whole room lights up and comes alive.
When it rains I think that everyone and everything is calmer. I like how it’s dark, how the streetlights look dim and barley visible. I don’t necessarily like the hardcore thunderstorms though. I just like the dark days and how you just want to watch tv and relax.
Sometimes I think the sounds of rain are soothing how you can watch it through windows or even watch it land in your pool. How it makes the water bounce and move in general its pretty sensational. But you can’t forget the rain in general, how it falls slowly and then all at once.