The sound of rain. The cold but short walk to the bus stop. The little relief to find the coffee shop still open and later a warm cup of coffee in the hands. Another surprise to find that I hadn't missed the bus home. The empty seat at the back of the bus & on the right side of it. There is a reason. The bus always goes in the right most lane and hence the seats in the right half have the best view of the water. Drawing my hood and shielding my eyes with my palms and my face stuck to the window, all to be able see the lake in the night when crossing the bridge. Houses on the lake with a few rooms with night lights on. The wavy waters and the grey foam under the night light. The water splashes raised to the window as the bus speeds. The I-90 bridge, far and floating on the waters, like a string made of tiny lights. The peace and the memories of water droplets dancing on the window panes of the tour bus in Iceland. Watching lights shut down on the deck of a lake house as the bus reaches the other end of the bridge.Notice the girl, who was writing in the bus with her fingers poking out of her half gloves. Watch her get down the bus at the third stop after the bridge. Get down the bus myself at 2 stops after that. The walk to the trail from the bus stop and managing to play a song on youtube before I get there. Then the walk by the stream watching the tiny splashes made by the raindrops. Watching the light from streetlight get reflected on the stream and walk with me. Stopping the song and taking off the hood to free my senses more to take it all in. Marveling at the living painting before me, made just using some muted dark tones of grey and earthy red. Watching how the water in the stream almost looks solid with only a thin layer of water flowing rapidly, speckled by the splashes of the raindrops. Smile as the joy from the whole experience spreads and finally for being reminded once again why I love rain.
