It is not a nice day out. The rain is pouring out from the sky and all that is on my mind is the day before. Sometimes there is a feeling in a writer when she stops for a long period of time and her mind is backed up with thoughta. Every second that writer comesup with new stories to write, new ideas, new loves. To me, mind mind is sorta complex. Although i am not that smart, i think my mind is unique. For me, this is the time when the writer has all of the above. To just discribe random thoughts or ideas and how much she thinks shes lovea some guy no matter how cheesy it sounds. To write in another person's prespective so she cant feel like her own self is a bug under a microscope. That girl looks at things diffrently. She can look out the window and for hours just think why rain is rain and the sound it makes. The ways it falls from gray clouds and gets faster before it hits the ground. When it makes that weird ploop sound. Then there are millions of those plooping drops. Sometimes people think they look like a tear drop. Then a change of mind comes and you think of something else. Water can be just a string of diffrent atoms, molecules, and elements. Can it be more then that? Can it be like the mystery of love? You can't really know how it feels can you? Sometimes things change. Is life just a way of science? Is it all just made up of tiny pieces people in white coats solve in labs. Our minds are complex. If you look at it from another view, is there More? relationships come and go. People feel things but scientists say its just sexual. i believe there is something else. i will never know what it might be. It doesnt have a name. That girl though who looks out the window and observes the rain can think about it all she wants. The writer can sit at a desk forever and still never know what is behind the shadow of science. If we can take away everything and just observe the simple shade, that writer thinks everyone can find something diffrent. Plants need the rain to live, but why rain? If you think about it..why not some kinda goo that raises out of the soil and shoots up into plants. The sun gives the plant energy. The minerals in the soil help it grow. If it were something else, something little, wouldnt it change everything. i'm not saying i want it to change but it would be weird to think of how life would be then. I love it just the way it is. I find it all so beautiful. The way the sun hits the leaves of fall colored trees. Red, Orange, Yellow. When the rain is done pouring, drops lay on the soft wheeping leaves. Everything seems brighter. You wish someone was there with you, then you relize they might not find it as beautiful as you do. Its a shame people don't find this beauty. My boyfriend would probibly have a good 25% chance of seeing this like i would. I am the girl who sits at that window, watching. I am the writer who would sit at her desk, thinking. I am the girl who thinks she loves but doesnt know and will never know if its real. This is what i think i after reading this i hope you will think of all the above as well.