Why is the rain romantic? Can I compare it to love with some sort of justice here…
It is uncontrollable, but if you have the proper rain gutters you can funnel it so as to stop a flood.
It comes and goes but it is always there in the clouds.
If a man showed up at my doorstep right now soaking wet in a trench coat with wilted flowers, I might fall in love.
Rain is romantic when you are indoors, sheltered quiet and listening.
It is exciting because it takes over your sky.
Rain is gentle and harsh.
I dream a lot. Well not too much, but sometimes those dreams really affect me. Sometimes I look to my dreams for answers, answers to my feelings or which path to follow in life. I am not sure why I take them so seriously, I wish that I did not a lot of the time. But then there has been a few that were precognitive and that is scary. If It happens once, a person probably is cautious of their dreams.
Mostly, though, I look to my dreams to see where I am at psychically- my state of mind, unrest or being. I have always liked mysteries and dreams are quite fascinating and personal.
This morning, I dreamt that I opened my door and the screen door was boarded over. So I shut the door. The next time I opened it, the screen part was open but I couldn’t bear to look at it. Whatever it was I did not see it but it was too painful to face. Now that will be my mystery today.
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