ilovehiim

I love that feeling. The cold water grazing my face, the cold broken concrete beneath me, the warm air in my lungs and the rain lulling me halfway to sleep. The feeling of just not caring about the world around me. Not caring that there are things that need doing and people that need me, because in that moment they just don't. And the taste is beautiful, the sound and the sight, the feel, the smell...the spirit. Rain is sheer beauty. Gentle droplets caressing my face just to prove I don't need somebody to do it for me. I love not having a care in the world. For ten minutes I'm another leaf on the driveway, a crack in the concrete, a pebb