After getting off work and taking a proper walk in the rain, i think I'm able to describe what makes rain such a refreshing event.
Rain is organic, and uncontrolled. It falls from the sky, and intrudes on the systemic monotony that is human civilization. Into a world of stifling pattern and repetition falls a uncontrolled chorus of random rhythm. It comes and goes. it waxes and wanes, it travels in small clusters, or in great swaths. However it falls it doesn't matter; we can't control it. All we can do is experience.
When I sit and watch the rain, I watch a powerful and jarring intrusion into this superficial and mundane life. I see from the force of this intrusion, a window into a world of beautiful chance and incredible happenstance. The organic world of nature strongarms its way into my world of boxes and maximum weight capacities, and all I can do is shudder as waves of recognition wash over me. This sound, this feeling. So uncontrolled, so random; it feels right....it feels like what life is really supposed to be.
Rain is organic, and uncontrolled. It falls from the sky, and intrudes on the systemic monotony that is human civilization. Into a world of stifling pattern and repetition falls a uncontrolled chorus of random rhythm. It comes and goes. it waxes and wanes, it travels in small clusters, or in great swaths. However it falls it doesn't matter; we can't control it. All we can do is experience.
When I sit and watch the rain, I watch a powerful and jarring intrusion into this superficial and mundane life. I see from the force of this intrusion, a window into a world of beautiful chance and incredible happenstance. The organic world of nature strongarms its way into my world of boxes and maximum weight capacities, and all I can do is shudder as waves of recognition wash over me. This sound, this feeling. So uncontrolled, so random; it feels right....it feels like what life is really supposed to be.