Rain

I dont know what it is about the rain that is so soothing to me, but it is.

I could sit here for hours on end, just listening to it washing away everythign in its path. The sheer destructive yet cleansing power. The magnitude and the delicateness. Polar opposites in binary opposition, foever bound to fight for domiance.

Yet neither knows, they are both in control, both dominant, both the same thing.

If you actually look at the rain, its amasing how so many tiny dorplets can come together to form such a force! And in each droplet, there are tons of water molecules, and in each of those tons of atoms.

An infinate force, constantly recreating itself, to both take and restore life. Everything coming together for the greater good.

Its something you rarely see in nature. something to beautiful. So Pure. So deadly.

I love just lying here and watching it rain down on the world below, without a care in the world. Not doing what it wants, but what it must, for everything else. Even if they dont know that they need it.

Its one of those things that you might miss if it wernt there, but you can live without. Its one of those complexities in the world that you would only miss because you have seen it.

But after a while, if you didnt see it again, or if you never saw it, you would forget it and it would cease to exist. In physicality and in mentality.

So destructive. So delicate. So forgetable