Rain

Rain.

The loveliest thing about rain is the soft pitter-patter, splashing outside your window. It could be raining torrents, but the sound has been muffled by the glass. That indescribable warm, fuzzy feeling you get from hiding under the sheets, coupled with a cup of tea and a good book.

But, I don't like the rain just because of snug sensation, in fact, it's the thrill of rain-- the thrill not in rain itself, but the moment just before the heavens pour. The wind howling, leaves rustling, and then, the first drop of rain. I wait as the sound of raindrops increases, the immense satisfaction as the rain escalates to a downpour. 

Amid a chorus, the climax, a chant, you hear your sigh lose itself in the song of the rain. And as each drop rings as it drips to the ground, the song of the rain sings you to sleep, a lullaby tugging at your heartstrings.

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Why do you like the rain so much?

Don't you hear the song of the rain? Oh, it is so beautiful.

Cure and Medication

We have all fallen ill before. 

I myself have been under the weather so many times I can self-medicate. Sometimes, I ask, what is medication? If I fall ill again, is medication nothing but a temporary relief? And then of course, does a cure mean that, after medical treatment, the patient no longer has that particular condition anymore? Perhaps, and hopefully.

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"Feeling better after the medication?" he asks.

"Your love is enough to cure," she replies.

x

irene