haunting melodies

mmmmm how I LOVE the sound of rain pounding my roof, soothing my spirit, quenching my soul. oh it feels clean, it feels new, it feels like it's submerging me in restful oblivion and a shroud of blueish gray and purple hued torrents that wash all the grime away. the filth that's within and without, with me and every human, as the whole world groans in anticipation. advent is about this expectation, this longing, this place of not belonging.