Unplanned Escapes.

I used to absolutely hate rainy days. There was something about them that weren't so kind to my heart. Maybe it was my subconsciousness admitting to the fear of tornadoes following the rain and thunder, or I guess more-so the fear of someone I love being swept away or left hurting without consideration of the beast that damaged them. They seemed to always disrupt my parade of puddle jumping while destructing my hopes of the sun coming to shine through the rain, which are my favorite instances in the recollection of my 22 year old memory. Of course, in Missouri, it was almost a fact that tornadoes and deadly lightning and winds were the shadow of a seemingly peaceful thunderstorm. 

Sitting on my bed now as the rain sings to me has caused me to realize that there is hardly any fear these days, at least of the weather. Its been raining on and off for the last couple of weeks, and I have had the opportunity to wait on the rain, without a real desire to put my hopes into eagerly expecting any sort of end, while hiding away from nothing really at all. There's something about the rain that causes this melodic sound to not need a tempo. The gentle rainy days that come with soft thunders every once in a while are sweet to my mind's obsession with describing words that tie reality in with the adventures and far off lands that live in my imagination. Its an easy excuse to escape without criticism and judgment from my own insecurities of spending time alone with only my guitar, writings, drawings, and crafts. The only object that could pull me back to the existence of this tangible life are friends, which aren't so scary, most of the time.

I've developed a love for these times.