Relax

by Kati   Jun 18, 2006


It's usually cold,
wet,
and pattering.

At times it's refreshing,
unnerving,
and relaxing.

The pitter patter on a single window
the sound of a ton of bricks hitting concrete
all of it, can make for one sight that relaxes the brain.

The brain,
The body,
The spirit.

All of this, relaxed by rain.

**Completely made up on the spot because it's raining and I know it sucks but still, tell me what you think. Please?**

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