theres something about the rain and evanescence. they go. i dont know why, some of the back parts in evanescence's songs sound like rain, like pitter-patter-pitter-patter on the piano. example: my imaginary. happy birthday mom. i love the rain. today, when we woke up from spending the night at courtney's house, and it was raining, we sat and watched the rain. it was beautiful. and we let out things that had been bothering us that we probably wouldnt have told otherwise. just my opinion, but i like rain better than tv. i love to just watch the rain. who cares if its the same thing over and over. i dont. when there is rain, there are no lies. there is nothing that keeps people apart. just the rain. the rain, i think it gives people a short glimpse of what their life really is. makes them think. people get sad when it rains, because their false smiles are ripped off their faces. their eyes are widened. if it wasnt cold, i would go outside and dance in the rain. i couldnt be more thankful that it is raining. i already sort of signed someones diary with this a while ago, but oh well: i had a rose that sat on my dresser in a vase. i never watered it, i meant to, but im really never in my room except to sleep. and every day, it died a little more. after about two weeks, the rose was shriveled and dark and ugly. it was tragic, and i loved it. i hung it on my wall until all the petals fell off. it was more beautiful to me when it was small than when it was bright and bold and pretty. the rose, its name was rain. i am a lover of all things tragic and i believe that sometimes pain is beautiful. and i live for rainy days. "let me stay where the wind will whisper to me where the raindrops as they're falling tell a story" -evanescence "i know very well the rain falls in drops winds call me as rain falls in drops i drop my head im ashamed and tempted to say my heart has caught up to me" -poison the well i tilt back my head and taste the rain no more worries and no more pain in my mouth the rain tastes sweet i splash in puddles on my river of a street i stop to watch the bird fly by--a dove it looks so free so far above no more feeling trapped and no more strain just a happy innocent little girl dancing in the rain