il pleut

i love listening to the rain. it's dark outside, not as much as i would like since i'm in the middle of the city, but as dark as it's going to get here. i sit here in the dark, thinking about days passed and days to come. for some reason, rain to me is reminiscent of my childhood. it's odd. i don't have memories of listening to rain as a child, yet whenever i pay attention to the sound of rain, i think of when i was a little one. i wish i could make a photograph of the sound of rain...