Rain

It's silent. Almost eerily so as I start to feel a shift in the air. I look up and the sky looks a bit darker than before. A serene mixture of calm blues and grays paint the sky in only a way nature can. A gust of wind flows steadily through the grass cascading like tiny waves through each blade. A sudden chill runs down my arms and I hurry indoors. I go to the place I always do, my bedroom window. Only there I can see everything. A few wet drops have fallen now, not yet causing the ground to change shades. The acidity in the air become stronger as I hear the first loud rumble. I start to remember back when I was younger when thunderstorms scared me. It was almost like the rain was putting on a show for me and I wanted nothing to do with it. Perhaps, if it excluded the thunder and lightening from it's act, I would have been more open to the idea. A sudden boom brings me back to the present.

The rain is now pouring buckets. I laugh to myself and I can't help wonder if anyone has ever tried to count each raindrop. Surely boredom was the case if anyone had ever tried or maybe just pure curiosity. I look up and the sky is completely different now. The clouds have become much fuller as they take on a 3-D effect. The sky is dark gray and almost black in some areas. Another boom then a flash. I hear some birds frantically chirping nearby. Even though I can't see them, I know they've found a temporary shelter to block themselves from the rain. I see a man exit from his house and dart towards his car. He fumbles with his keys. I'm sure even the birds are laughing as he's headed somewhere with wet clothes. A few moments later, the thunder and lightning have stopped completely. Only the rain has gradually pressed on and I can see it slowly starting to die down. Numerous puddles invade the area and I can see tiny impressions being made in them. The birds have now scattered around, returning to their prior positions. I have a sudden urge to step outside and I do so. The sky is now fading into a pale sickly green. I find something on the ground, a soaked stuffed bear. My first instinct is to cry, not only because it had to endure the rain but, because a child had to go through the storm without the comfort of it.