it's raining outside.

And I'm listening to this song.

So many good things about it.

The words, for one.

"For diamonds do appear to be
Just like broken glass to me
...
Hey moon, please forget to fall down
Hey moon, don't you go down
...
The ink is running toward the page
It's chasing off the days
Look back at both feet and that winding knee
I missed your skin when you were east
You clicked your heels and wished for me"

I think it is beautiful in every way. And so is the rain.

Which is what makes rainstorms so magical.

The way rain sounds like nothing else.

Speaking louder at night.

Plus.

It makes my hair go straight.

Smells really good.

And puts me in a certain mood.

An indescribable mood.

Not good. Not bad.

Just a mood.

Maybe one of those deep-thinking kinds.

Oh. And it makes me want to write.

(which always makes me happy)

Pretty kinds of things, just like rain itself.