Rain and Beautiful Happenings

I love the rain.

The smell, the feel, the sound, the calming, peaceful atmosphere, the breath of new life that the world gets; the slate wiped clean, revitalization of plant and animal life, flowing rivers, and the peace that all is right with the world.

On nights like this, I feel different, inside and out. I'm calmer, quieter, more thoughtful, more intune with my feelings and emotions, passionate, caring, mysterious, insightful, and I love nothing more than to lay on my bed and imagine myself in her world; Crowsgirl's world.

The streets are quiet, there's no work tonight to avenge the innocent because we are waiting. The rain falls, washing away the streets of their evil, cleansing the world of its filth, and bringing an aura of wonderful feelings.

On this night, I rest on the windowsill, one leg propped up, the other hanging down, just listening to the quiet, relishing the sounds of cars on the wet pavement, going to their various destinations for whatever takes await them. I feel at ease with myself, knowing he's out there, thinking of me, waiting to come home to me, in our room bathed in candle and fire light, warm, inviting, safe, but most of all, a place of our own. Here, in this space, no one knows us, no one even thinks of us. We died so long ago, and the world changed, and even those who are still alive think us nothing more than dust in wooden boxes under the earth. That knowledge gives you such a sense of freedom and ease, that sometimes, you almost forget what it meant to be afraid, and to wake and wonder if it all had gone wrong?

I smile as his scent washes over me, his hand resting on my leg, and my eyes open as he kneels down beside me. His eyes are alight with happiness and relief. Even now, he still worries for me and my sanity, but on this night, I am as golden as he left me. Our eyes meet, and it feels as if the world is right, as if we've accomplished all we've set out to do, and we can now spend eternity in the passion we once let slide for what we were told was good for us. And as I come back to the plane of existence I know, I can still feel as if I'm in that room, him holding my hand, and the world is peaceful and safe, as it ought to be.

I wish I could help everyone to feel as I do on these nights. Put together a play list or a list of poems that can bring them to that realm, and ease their pain. One day perhaps. But for now, I'm content in bringing them videos that can erase those days, and share with them the good happenings that are all around.

Today, has also been momentous.

My channel has 82 subscribers, and I'm over the moon with the happiness I feel.

82 people have subbed to the channel because they like the content I do, and they're making this an even better place then I ever thought possible. I love all of them so much, and I love all of you who are reading this now. Please, take a part of the security and safety that is here. Keep it for when you need it, or pass it on to those who need it. There will always be more here for you when you need it.

All my love,

Candle,

The Gamer, The Blogger, The Writer, The Avenger, The Mother and Protector of All.