Serenity
I sat by the window and watched the thunderstorm. What a perfect way to end the day! I wish everyday would end with the storm. I like that peaceful feeling right before the first lightening and then all the rush when it strikes; people running in all the different directions, laughing and holding hands… I wouldn’t run though, I always thought walking in the rain, letting the raindrops fall down your hair, your face and getting completely wet, felt great.
There was a young man in the park, running toward the street yelling: “come on boy, hurry up” and right behind him ran his dog, biting an empty plastic bottle, playing around with it, like nothing was wrong with the weather. I was wondering how he felt, but he seemed to have a lot of fun. There were these two girls, that looked quiet spooky, with long black dresses, and they were not running- they just stood there, enjoying the rain, splashing through the puddles, looking weird, even to me, just because they didn’t do the same thing the rest of the world would have done.
It seems I like to observe the thunderstorm from the safety of my home, through the window only. It makes me feel safe like nothing else ever does. Having it happen to me never feels the same way though. I guess I just like to feel safe…