just a little something i wrote in 10th grade found it saved on my hardrive started 2 bring back memories
I don’t know why but I have always loved the rain. Not the weak rain that doesn’t pound heavily on the porch but the strong rain that cascades down from the roof. Perhaps it was my Irish heritage. My dad said he grew up in Ireland and there it rained almost every day of the summer. I remember when I was a kid I would always sit in my garage with the door open and just watch the rain poor down. To me it was one of the most peaceful images imaginable. There is also no sound as peaceful as rain. The thousands of tiny droplets hitting the roof, the booming sound of thunder and the piercing sound of the wind as it rips through the trees. It. It was all so peaceful. I don’t know why I loved the rain.