one word theme inspired by in----bloom -- One habit I've always had is looking through windows. Sometimes, as I glance outside, the sky is a bright azure blue. Clouds line the sky like cotton balls, placed in random disorganized perfection. The grass grows in utter abundance, like stalks of translucent green flame flickering in the sunlight. It pokes through cracks in concrete and even in sides of breaks in old wooden walls, accompanied by muted yellow daisies and an endless amount of ladybugs. Sometimes, as I glance outside, the sky is a pale alabaster. In fact, the entire world is coated in a blanket of ivory, lining the sidewalks, streets, cars, and even passing people. The most beautiful snow is that which is untainted- a perfect white, usually found atop buildings where people cannot step, and ruin the beauty. A murky brown color of footsteps lines the ground, and a spectrum of color of lights are hung from building to building. As beautiful as those days are, my favorite days are when it rains. As I glance outside, the sky is a muted gray upon patches of white. There is a quiet sound... almost as a whisper, raindrops land upon the concrete outside. Transparent crystal orbs travel down my window in packs, towards the destination of my windowpane, in an unending yet futile race. What I love most about the rain is watching people walk outside with their umbrellas. It is almost as if the ground is covered with a rainbow of a plethora of different designs. Purple stripes on pink. Polka dots. Lime green. Plain black. Transparent. Translucent blue. Branded. Kid-sized. From my window from high above, I watch people of all sizes walk together... children with rubber boots up to their knees, business people in suits, worried about getting their pant legs wet. I loved especially to watch couples. He would hold the umbrella, of course. It's almost as if the job was dictated to him automatically. She huddles in close to his open arm, rewarding him warmth for the protection from the harmless, refreshing drops of water falling from the heavens. Rain... why people had such fear of it, I had no understanding. If anything, it did nothing but bring people together. Rain falls in order for grass to grow, for things like beautiful muted yellow daisies to bloom. Rain exists to clean dirty buildings long overdue, and quench the thirst of parched soil. Rain was there, always is, and always will be. Rain existed for nothing but the balance of nature and of the planet. Yet people dislike it. I sighed and pondered upon the rain once again, wishing I had appreciated it more when I could have. The rain reminded me of my father. He was there for me, and always was, and always will be. Although my time with him standing on this planet ended, I remembered fondly how he taught me how to daydream, and showed me the beauty of nature and the world. I remembered arguing with him, telling him how I had no desire for such things. I remembered telling him, windows were nothing but useless, watching things without experiencing them was useless. I remembered, how he was my father. How, like the rain, he existed in my life for balance. How sometimes, simply showing appreciation from afar was good enough. He existed to quench my parched knowledge. ...but as the rain, his time came to a quiet halt. He faded away, slowly, surely, yet it felt sudden all at the same time. And like the rain, I took him for granted. With a small sigh, I shook my head. "You could have told me why you named me Rain instead of leaving me to figure it out myself, you know." ...yet like the rain, I knew he had his reasons.
