When it rains

When it rains I feel good. Alone in my home I feel safe of the wet rain, safe of the cold wind. I like to listen to the rain in my dining room. I like to see the rain falling in the windows, slowly.

Sometimes I miss more rain when it stops raining.

Some people don't like the rain and I don't understand them. The beauty of the rain is pure nature, one of the things that can stop us, change us, I mean: when it rains the world stops turning around, it seems like is another world: new smells, new views, new atmosphere. I like it, it seems like a

dream. In my dreams I cannot remember a day with rain, and I will love to see diferent rainings, someones of my imagination, maybe I could control the rain and make it dance as I want. I don't know, maybe it sounds paranohic or strange, but its what I feel about the rain. Don't you think that it is one of the nature powers that exist everywhere nowadays? I mean: it can rains in the cities, in the fields of a big land, in the jungle... Well, I think all the weather is one of the powers of nature that affect us directly.

One girl in the city, running towards her home because she has just finish at work. When she is in his house it starts raining outside. She feels safe and secure in her flat, even there's no-one else than her. She feels alone, but the rythm of rain accompanyies her slowly through the open window. She goes to the window and close it. Then she watch the raindrops falling quickly window below... Hmm, it is a relaxing moment. I think about me the next year in Barcelona. Winter is so hard, but rain makes it more bearable, you agree?

Well... These are my reflections about the rain. Today it's raining, the sky is singing slowly, and I listen and write what it tells me.