On these hot summer days, i didn’t think walking in the rain home was a possibility. And then it came, it poured and washed away the tension off me; at least for the night.
I sat quietly looking out at the sky, cool breeze and gentle droplets on my face, cigarettes in hand–my little piece of heaven.
Turned the lights down with a soft light to let me see pass the shadows as i go back to reading Season of Mist, and eventually felt my eyes uneager to continue.
The rhythm of the rain brought calm. It is the music in my ears and the music i hear on my way to sleep.
Derailed Thoughts 