There's a tiny porch with a roof right under the windows in front of me, so I get to hear the rain drops landing and bouncing especially loudly. If I got up and opened the window shades, I could even see it, but I'm feeling too lazy. Today's an extremely lazy day. It's kind of spectacular.
I love the way the cars sound, as they splash past in the wet. They almost sound like thunder, but you know there's life inside. It's a moody feeling, but somehow extremely content. I love being in cars during rain storms. There's something incredible about being safe and dry and warm, while only inches away from you, everything is freezing and wet, especially when you can see it all, falling on the cold glass above you. When you're in the car, and you pass by soaking trees and houses with lights on, and you are so comfortable that you might as well be in bed with a million blankets over you, everything feels perfect. Especially when it's, as it is now, just starting to get dark. Later, you'll have to get out of the warmth and into the rain, running and laughing with your keys to the front door, but you don't think about that now. You just think about how content you are with how you are in the world. And maybe about making some hot chocolate.
