And through timeless words and priceless pictures / We'll fly like birds not of this earth / And tides they turn and hearts disfigure / But that's no concern when we're wounded together / And we tore our dresses and stained our shirts / But it's nice today, oh the wait was so worth it
Monday, September 8
I like the smell of rain. It smells kinda like rust, & has a slight acidic twang to it.
I like the sound of sheets of rain as well. It sounds chaotic, but it has a rhythm amidst the chaos.
I like rain. As long as I'm not bloody caught in it.