Welcome to Gaia! ::

It's raining, it's pouring,
nightmares soaring,
thunder booms and lightning cracks and everyone's afraid.
As if their cries are sane,
meant to stop it from coming ever again,
instead of senseless pleas for the sun's light to unveil.
Am I so crazy, then,
That I like to taste the rain,
even when lightning cracks and clouds gather overhead?
Paranoia flies,
Do you really think you're going to die?
Do you think because you want it to the storm for e'er will head
never again to come
to the horizon or heav'n above?
But the storm obeys not you, my friend; you do not make the rain.
Water is life, my friend,
Not an apocalyptic end
to the world that we so treasure despite all its glaring faults.
Rain shall wash away
the sins humans have played,
better even than the blood dripping from a soldier's hand.
The machines of war and death
will attract the lightning's crackling breath,
and the innocent will stand laughing joyously in the fields.
Sure, drop your little cell phone in
The puddle rippled with thunder's din
and you'll swear before the thing implodes that water is a fiend
to be feared and dryed away,
while in it, the innocents play,
unaware of the danger as the rain falls on our heads.
Water blinds your sight,
when driving down the road at night,
but we respect its purity as we walk 'neath cloudy skies.
The rain will come again,
and forevermore, my friend,
And though you cry and plead in vain the innocents will laugh.

too true, mi amiga. >.<

It makes me want to sit and stare out the window

I love the rain and the lightning. I like to walk around my backyard whenever there's a storm but I usually get in trouble for it stare