rain outside the bathroom window

It's raining really hard. Small streams are forming in the street. It's been a weird year of weather...this is unusual for this time of year. That's okay though, I like the pattering rain on the roof, open windows and grey light. Everything is so beautiful right now... I know that it won't last, and that by the time I am done writing this and taking a shower, it will be over. But it's so loud right now. I sit here looking outside, wishing I were young enough to have an excuse to play out in the rain. It's okay, I'm content to watch. I like this view...the streets have turned a pale reflection of all the houses; beautiful vacant portraits-- ghosts of these houses lined up, new and pretty. No, I'm really happy right now, and that's strange. Rain usually makes me sad and depressed. I need sunshine, but right now I need the rain more. I guess I need to feel pensive, and in order to feel pensive, I need something like rain to calm me down. Hannah and I are supposed to get more serious. I suppose I'm glad that we're going to try and make things work. I am trying not to think about it too much. I need love, I need that hole filled in, but I need to do it from the inside out. So I'll do the natural thing and block it from my mind. And as the rain ebbs and dissipates, I smile. It will all be okay. It's going to be just fine. Horribly fine.