The Rain

I don't even care that this isn't a blog entry. It's just some writing I did. I'm probably going to be posting things that I just write. Since it's become rather difficult to write about myself. Which makes no sense, but enjoy.

I’m lying on my bed and I’ve accepted that no matter how hard I try, I’m not going to fall back asleep, so I open my eyes and take in the surroundings of my room. This is the only place I feel completely comfortable and even now, it looks empty. The blank walls stare back at me in a mocking manner, somehow reflecting how I feel on the inside. It’s dark outside and I can hear a soft pitter patter against the cement ground. I pull up the blinds and stare at the world before me- world meaning my backyard. The light rain decorates the bright green grass with dew and eases its way through the slick leaves. I never understood why rain was so comforting to others, but now I knew. Rain helped me feel as if the world was at peace. It was calming, soothing, and refreshing. I just sat there, drinking in the steady downfall until it came down harder, in noticeably larger droplets. My eyes began to feel heavy and my brain began to return to its state of numbness. With a short prayer that I would be able to sleep through the rest of the morning, I flipped the blinds shut, laid back down, and willed unconsciousness to take over.