Ulan

I admit it. I love the rain for all the sentimental reasons other people probably love it too. The trickling sound it makes outside my window. How it forces everyone to slow down to watch their step. To watch each others step. I love watching people share an umbrella. Someone held close. Someone given the excuse to do the holding. The way the smell of wet grass and pavement reminds me of when I was a little girl playing in the rain. The free carwash.

Night rain is my favorite. The serenade is better than any nightingale. My dreams are easy on these nights. All rounded edges and velvet voices. And I look forward to morning like it was Christmas day. Because mornings after the rain are like mini-do-overs. A present made better than just a regular now. The present all wrapped in a clean, new now. I told you it was sentimental.

I don't know why I decided to write a blog but here I am. I guess I'm tired of carrying random thoughts around with me all day. Like so much spare change rattling around at the bottom of my purse. Weighing me down. I don't want that anymore. So I guess this is my mental piggy bank. And my first deposit. Clink.