summer rain.

I feel love. The summer rain evokes a feel good vibe – something fresh, bountiful, and, I don’t know, wet? It’s one of those times when it’s best to play your chill out music, make a hearty cup of coffee, and write.

It also makes me want to go out – with jacket, umbrella, and slippers on – just to take time to walk and feel the vacant streets. Maybe to hold hands and use the subtle chill as an excuse to cuddle. Or, use that umbrella to catch and meet a new one.

Today’s rain is a bit shy, a bit gentle. It’s as if it’s showing its own brand of restraint. Summer rain, it really amazes me. This is love. I really want to say, I love you. But everything will be off at this point.

I’m taking my time to watch you, to excite myself of something that doesn’t come too often. I’m learning how to be patient. Rushing is fatal. I should know. This is better because it exploits discontentment and puts it under a good light. This is love and I’m full of it.

Sean is still sleeping on the couch. I want to wake him up. But I realized he’s cuter that way. I poked him a couple of times when I woke up. But he won’t move. He looks like a plush doll. I guess he’s staying at home.

But me, it’s time to get moving. I have class until 3pm and I’m done for the week. I want to go out later. But I don’t know where to go. I want to go out later. But I don’t have anyone to go out with. Maybe we can go out together?

Summer rain makes the brain tick differently. I feel love.