Ever since I was kid, rain meant so much to me. I love every aspect of rain. One of my favorite thoughts to go to is when I was hiking through Madera Canyon. As I had just hit the top I could smell the rain about to come down. I then started hearing the droplets drum on the leaves above me. As the rain kicked up more, I could hear more drumming and the drops hit me. I then just sat there near a natural spring. I then could hear the drops hit the water, I felt so relaxed and naturally happy. At that moment I felt energized and clean of the emotions I had before going up there. It is a memory that I well always enjoy and just makes me happy.
No matter how I feel or what I have been through I can't help but let the rain take me over. The sight of clouds, the colors and the sounds are just amazing in my mind. Each rain storm is different yet the same results happen.
The clouds slowly climb over the mountains, painting a the canvas of the sky hues of grey. Every thing seems to quite down, yet each sound is more definitive. The colors on the ground, animals and plants began to transform with colors that seem to come out inviting the rain.
As the clouds slowly cross the lands, blocking the view from which they came. Sounds of a monstrous wall begins to roar. The sun decides to take a break and just gives enough light to cascade the grey and silvers over the land with some amazing dark blues.
To my surprise a new sense is brought in, a sweet smell that is only unique to the desert land. I can't see the drops of rain yet, but I can see the curtains of blue fall. They look frozen in time but some how I can still see them move towards me. The smell becomes more intrusive and the skies darken more.
The first drop falls causing the tan dirt to go to a brown. The sounds of drops at first are slow and steady in pace creating a rhythmic beat that is like no other. The beats change depending on the instruments near, leafs making a muffled drum, tin roofs giving the dings and water creating a splash.
As I step in to the falls rain cascades against my skin. At first the drops are cold but as the spread a new feeling emerges. A feeling of cleansing cascades over the skin and mind. A small breeze cause a tingle. I look up straight into the grey as drops fall on my face and lips. One of the best feeling around.
Rain is a re-newly for all whether it be water for a new seed to grow and cleansing for another, rain is simply a need.
No matter how I feel or what I have been through I can't help but let the rain take me over. The sight of clouds, the colors and the sounds are just amazing in my mind. Each rain storm is different yet the same results happen.
The clouds slowly climb over the mountains, painting a the canvas of the sky hues of grey. Every thing seems to quite down, yet each sound is more definitive. The colors on the ground, animals and plants began to transform with colors that seem to come out inviting the rain.
As the clouds slowly cross the lands, blocking the view from which they came. Sounds of a monstrous wall begins to roar. The sun decides to take a break and just gives enough light to cascade the grey and silvers over the land with some amazing dark blues.
To my surprise a new sense is brought in, a sweet smell that is only unique to the desert land. I can't see the drops of rain yet, but I can see the curtains of blue fall. They look frozen in time but some how I can still see them move towards me. The smell becomes more intrusive and the skies darken more.
The first drop falls causing the tan dirt to go to a brown. The sounds of drops at first are slow and steady in pace creating a rhythmic beat that is like no other. The beats change depending on the instruments near, leafs making a muffled drum, tin roofs giving the dings and water creating a splash.
As I step in to the falls rain cascades against my skin. At first the drops are cold but as the spread a new feeling emerges. A feeling of cleansing cascades over the skin and mind. A small breeze cause a tingle. I look up straight into the grey as drops fall on my face and lips. One of the best feeling around.
Rain is a re-newly for all whether it be water for a new seed to grow and cleansing for another, rain is simply a need.
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