rain on window (panes)
#2 of 1001 worlds
rain should stay behind shut windows.
the rain, transparent and without a shape, knocks on my window with persisting taps, yet does not whine or wail to be let in. it is the quiet interloper, the dweller in a party, the quiet studier, calming in its presence and consistent in its calming presence.
rain should be kept behind shut windows
the warmth of my abode is accented with the rain. outside, that is. never ever not now not ever not in forever inside. the rain inside would spell disaster for the mug of chrysanthemum tea on my wooden study desk, the wooden study desk, and my shag carpet. it would spell disaster in the forms of airing and drying and cleaning (oh i need to air my rug), it would turn everything wet and muddy and bitter and fresh with the scent of rain at first but slowly, slowly, slowly it would be murky and musty.
that being said, rain is a wonderful accompaniment behind shut windows.
rain is wonderful with the accompaniment of soft jazz playlists and piano music. in my current reverie, i’m met with Liebesträume by Yuchan Lim and maybe after that, a soft opera song. not sure which one it will be. sometimes, the youtube lists recommend good songs. other times it’s justin timberlake. but the soft, inconsistent tapping of rain on windows (and it is good tapping, although inconsistent which should be harmful to my pianist’s ears but instead it is utopia), just breaks into my mindspace and soothes me.
rain knows to stay behind shut windows.
rain is never nosy. it will always stay behind a window, unlike some. do not assume that just because you set a window, that someone will not break it. they want the best for you, they say, but in reality you really did want that rain to stay behind closed doors. but the it likes to come in sometimes. whether you want it to or not, whether it is behind closed doors or not, whether or the window is closed.
rain blurs everything
staring at the window with my nose pressed to the windowpanes (it’s cold) my breath fogs up the window (such a literary cliche) and i stare out the window at the brilliant lights of the street that shines below me (red sirens of the ambulance, we live close to a fire station) beautiful lights blurred by rain into circles and therefore more beautiful because the lights were always too bright anyway.
rain is relaxing
the beats of the drum that is rain drums on my window and i sink into my armchair, pulling a blanket around me around the rain because rain is peaceful, is beautiful, is good and rain calms me and soothes me. youtube is playing soft jazz now and i feel safe and warm and happy and comforted by the rain. and for a few moments i just
lay there
and
drink my tea
and taste the petals in my mouth
and think of rain
how i want rain
those delusions of the rain are what i am roused from when my brain snaps back to reality when the soundtrack with rain ends and i accidentally click the jazz tab closed (i have too many tabs) and those delusions of the rain disappear when i open my computer to a wildfire disaster.
i hope rain comes to california soon.
not in order, and not citations either (just references)
my favorite rendition of Liebesträume