Don’t you love it when it rains
Watching the subtle buildup of water until a droplet forms
The sound of rain gently hitting the puddles below
The pitter-patter of rain on a window
The unrhythmic, yet peaceful sounds of rain prancing on the ground interchangeably.
Don’t you love it when it rains?
When life goes still to take shelter.
When you get to rest, as the clouds cry for you
Don’t you love it when it rains?
When you can look around at the distorted outlines of what was familiar
When you can feel the water press against your skin like sweat
When you can breathe in the cool, wet air
Don’t you love it when it rains?
When the light bounces off the puddles, creating its own mirror below
When you can watch the light illuminate millions of droplets
How can something so chaotic, so untimely, so messy, be so peaceful?
To feel the water grip your clothes and eventually your skin
Is so uncomfortable to feel, but so comforting to know Don’t you just love it when it rains
When it’s your turn to watch the sky cry as the world watches silently
Amber Haliday is a Junior attending Kennesaw State University for international affairs. Her passion for art began when she realized the endless creations that can come from a simple pen. It only expanded once she discovered literature, fashion, ceramics and every other artistic form of self- expression. Aside from this, her passions include traveling, experiencing people and culture, participating in spontaneous adventures with friends and learning more about the world around her.