July 11 2005
"After i decided i wasn't going to watch a third movie for tonight, i went outside to wait for a ride. It was sorta raining and i didn't feel like getting wet so i went under one of the theatre exits where i wouldn't get wet but still be outside. I can see on the ground the rain landing on the puddles that are there, but as it is night i can't really see the rain. So i look to the parking light nearest me and i see the rain. It's not really falling so much as it is fluttering. Like snow mixed with mist. But some drops of rain are falling, droping. I looked at it for a long time. Five maybe ten minutes. I don't know why. I wish to know. I've thought about it and i think it's because it's pretty. I generally don't believe in seeing a difference in pretty and not pretty. Everything has it's own "pretty" but then i noticed something else that seemed a little, odd for me. I was staring at something because i percieve it to be, just that, pretty. I've always liked to watch the rain. Because it's pretty. And i guess it's cause i'm jealous or maybe it's because i don't know for sure, but watching the rain brought back old feelings. Feelings that i haven't felt since almost last year. I don't understand why things make me feel the way they do. Perhaps i'm just not ready for such thought but maybe i need to look at things that are pretty more often. Just a thought."

I know it doesn't say much, but it says alot for me


July 11 2005

Bethany Bratcher

July 16 2005
I love watching the rain as well...I have also found it is nice to walk in when you aren't concerned with getting wet