Dear Dreams, Dear Diary

I love the raining days, she silences all noises of the human world, she surrounds me with warmth and protection, she sings to me with the voices of heaven. I love the raining days, I would see the world in grey, through my parallel windows, covered in raindrops. I love the raining days, I listen to the sound of the pouring waters, splashing and bashing, in rhythmic harmony with my heart. I love the raining days, I would listen to some piano works, and close my eyes, or sing along, and feel the sweet mystical sounds, how they stir my soul! Oh I love the raining days, a watercolour forms before my eyes, beautiful swirls of broad and fine. Raining days, I too am silent, for it needs no more, no more anything, just my being, my presence; for they will speak, and I listen.