Ahh, here come the rain. I woke up this morning at about 5:30 am......had to head to work that early. It was a beautiful cloudy morning......not that I could see anything but that's besides the point. Anyhow, it finally rained, real rain, for the first time this year. Infact, still is as I'm writing this........it's almost 5 pm. I love it when it rains. It gets me all cheery, gooey and lovie-dovie inside.......well, maybe not quite. Still, I enjoy the rain. For some reason, when I'm standing outside, (the only idiot on the street), under the dark, ominous clouds and the rains are pouring endlessly, I feel a sense of peace........from what, I have no clue, but it feels good.

I think I just enjoy seeing the drops washing away things........things like dirt, smog and whatever other pollutions that I can only imagine. The only part is, for some odd reason, I also feel a sense of lonliness. Why? God knows, but I get somewhat depressed. I guess I'm just weird like that. As I'm writing this, I'm listening to the rain beat silently on the roof of my house as all else had fallen silent. Ahhh, ode to the sound of muteness. Well, the only other sound is coming from the next room, which is the sweet lullabies of Beethovens genius. A nice touch to the dancing of the rains upon my roof. And what might fit perfect would be a nice cup of hot java.........ahhh, sounds good, be right back.....................................................

So here I am, writing a silly note, sipping a cup of coffee, pondering in random thoughts as I listen to the rains and winds silently dance to the music of one of Beethovens piece. Can it get any more perfect than this? Of course, but I dont wish to indulge such thoughts as of now. I'm living in the moment! But speaking of rain, sometimes, I can get really nutty on days that it's really pouring. One time, as I was driving home from work and it was pouring as hell, for some reason, I rolled down my driver's side window and drove like the wind.So there I was, listening to my radio, arm dangling out the door, with my blue glasses on, grooving to the beats, with my window wide open and the rains just pouring in drenching me from head to toe.........at a stop light. So I look over to the side and there's a grandma with the most ghastly look on her face looking my way thinking, "What the hell is wrong with that kid???". I just smiled and waved and said, "Cheers!". Oh, I'm almost positive that she wrote down my license plate number and probably told the cops that I was strung out on drugs and I should be taken off the street....such a rebelious kid as I. Infact, come to think of it, I could swear I've seen her white Nissan behind me once in a while. Well, by the time I got home, I was stoked! Not only did my car get a good washing, but hey, I got a good interior cleaning as well......too bad the drying didn't come with it. Oh well, can't have everything.

Uh oh, I think the rain is slowing down. I'm gonna be going back into my normal, prick mode sooooo, I guess I'll just have to end this. But before I leave, I'd like to make a note; don't think grandmas are always innocent.