Down came the rain (short piece of writing)

A short piece of writing about rain. I know...

Down Came The Rain

I love rain. I figured you'd get something along the lines of that from the title. It is raining now, as I sit in my humble bed listening to the raindrops shatter against my window pane. Rain has the most peaceful noise, in my opinion. I like to think of each raindrop as a person shouting as they fall towards the earth from the misty, sombre heavens. Sometimes, when it rained in the early morning, I would sit outside in my winter thermals and enjoy the thrill of the freeze and feel the tiny droplets fall onto my hands. I love rain.

It's windy too outside. I can hear the whistles of Mother Nature call for me at the witching hour. The trees are her instruments, as they are abused by acid rain and gusts, playing together as one as an orchestra. Oak trees swaying, fruit trees breaking and sycamores swaying their feather leafs in time. I've peeked out of the corner of my curtain window by now, observing the beauty of the beginning of a rough storm.

The sky is painted navy blue, with streaks of silver out linings from the clouds. I've never believed in that saying till I've seen it. The navy blue is slowly being taken over by a jet black infinity, revealing all the stars for the naked eye to observe.

It's more than just a shatter now. It's pissing it down with rain. I close my curtain in knowledge that it will not stop till early hours of the morning. I pull up my covers and close my eyes. Down came the rain. Now I can not sleep.