If I could open my arms
And span the length of the isle of Manhattan
I'd bring it to where you are
Making a lake of the East River and Hudson
And if I could open my mouth
Wide enough for a marching band to march out
They would make your name sing
And bend through alleys and bounce off other buildings
Sorrow drips into your heart through a pinhole
Just like a faucet that leaks and there is comfort in the sound
But while you debate half empty or half full
It slowly rises, your love is gonna drown
Death Cab For Cutie - Marching Bands of Manhattan
It's raining again. I use to love rainy days, especially in the comfort of my own home, the cosiness and warmth under a blanket. Peering outside of my window, watching the rain fall onto the ground, amazed by how raindrops fall in straight lines, watching people run to shelter.. But now? I cringe at the sound of rumbling and crackling thunder, lightning scares me (it never did 'til now), suddenly I feel so vulnerable. Perhaps its the sense of insecurity again, it keeps coming back to haunt.
The Lord is near to those who have a broken heart. - Psalm 34:18
Such a comforting verse.. :)
Rah, I think its that time of the month. I'm going to play the organ.