Sunday, October 31, 2010

I Love The Rain

The harder, the better.  To sit by the window, hearing the water smashing against the glass, or to watch it hit the puddles, or listen to it hit a thinner part of the roof.  To sit out in one of the verandahs, with a blanket wrapped around you, holding a cup of tay.  To light the incense, just lay back on the bed, close your eyes, and be hypnotised by that sound. . .and for a while go to where it never ends.

Ah yes!  Freshly cleaned off, laying on satin, under warm covers, listing to the wind lashing outside, the torrents crashin' down.  A cat on top of you, or snuggled at your side; would be nice.  Come to think of it, so would be a back-rub by someone who really knew what they were doing, and could put you to sleep with their touch.  Throw in a scented oil, while we're at it.

I think I'll sign off now.  I'm kind of tired, anyway.

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