Raindrops lead to blogging, and blogging to thinking

Raindrops...
I used to watch the raindrops fall at night. To me the pitter-patter of raindrops is the most soothing sound in the world. From my window, I would watch each drop hit the pavement underneath the streetlight in front of my house. I was at peace. I was so enthrawled by the rainfall that I would lower my guard and accept the world for a change. Later I began to have a passing fear that a monster would startle me during my rest and exploit my embrace of the rainfall, using this opportunity to prey on me. Only sometimes although, when my mind was plagued with submerged fears. I loved how the rain would sometimes beat down on the city, everything else would hault. For an hour maybe it would be just the rain and the earth, then the rain would let up and the cars would drive around through the wet streets. Streaking through the fallen rain, the puddles would play a symphony of nature, the storm was over. That was nice, but back to work.

Blogging...
I haven't blogged in a couple weeks. I haven't written much otherwise all summer. The answer to why can be found in my post on conviction.

Thinking...
I'm thinking it's late.