Rain Rain Rain.

So I wasn't going to write this because I thought it would be silly and people would be like 'What the hell Kathrin?' but then I was like well if I'm writing for myself , why does it matter, if I choose to share then it might have actually turned out half decent. So here it is.

Walking home in the rain.

Initially my thought was 'Shit my hair', my second initial thought was 'okay Meghan take your hands out of the jacket (my now favorite jacket might I add), and wrap the coat over my small sized head. But then I thought why am I doing this, why am I not enjoying the rain when I have nothing else to do? It’s not like I can avoid it. Why am I not enjoying something that is so natural and peaceful? So I stopped, stood, waited for my sister to light her hand made cigarette and we walked. I enjoyed every last bit of that rain. It made me happy. A real happy. For a split second everything drifted off my mind, and continued to do so. After everything that has happened over the past couple of weeks, I found happiness in the rain, of all things that are on our universe. One of the simplest things I have ever witnessed during my human existence, it was gentle, everything about it, every last blissful drop. So now I know how to make myself happy. Rain, something that I am defiantly never in shortage of. So I pose the question, what makes you happy? I mean the real happy? That a material piece cannot give you? What do you enjoy, that has been made by the universe?  For instance trees. I know someone who gets happiness from trees. Everything I need to know about them, they can tell me. So that's one thing I can learn about without using a book that has caused a tree to find its unfair death. Isn't it slightly strange that in order to learn about trees, you need to cut one down? It makes me think about stories being passed along true generations, back in some century that I am currently not to familiar with. Word of mouth. No paper needed, no trees having to be cut down. Imagine how much trees would be saved. So there is one way to save the world we are going to live in and our future generations will live in. I always prefer to hear about old stories that men and women have lived throughout there years. It sounds better; you can connect with the story, with the happiness in the persons face, the emotions in their eyes. You can hear the story, the noise softly pacing itself through your head and out the other ear, tangling itself inside your brain in the process, forever. Almost seeing this story, the almost musical sound being passed onto another person. For them to enjoy it, in a different way.

Good Night world.