yall ever think to yourself how in the entirety of the universe, with wonders we cannot even comprehend at the edge of it, how lucky we were to get rain? i have to wonder if any other being can go out on their front porch and see the gray skys, smell its smell, hear its pattering and think of peace. how this natural process of the earth nourishes and provides for life, how it can wash it away, yet still it can hold this allure and an almost indescribable feeling of melancholy peace? i could never move to mars, I'd miss the rain









