Rain, wind and the echoing silence

Today it rained and rained....; i silently watched it from my office window...the occasional clatter of thunder and lightning broke the flow of my thoughts ...i haven't written anything in days and wanted to write something but somehow for some strange reason couldn't gather those wild flying thoughts......just couldn't putt them together.....and then i thought sometimes its better not to say anything...sometimes silence has to be heard, felt and understood. Words become meaningless, they have too many limitations to convey what you want to say and express...but the urge to express is just too overwhelming. 

The constantly falling rain just won't go away and its drops and that aroma of soil mixed in the air and the feelings and emotions carried by the wind, just kept knocking the door of my senses, forcing to me to let my thoughts free, let them fly and join the wind on its never ending journey and mix with the aroma.... to be felt like the rain drops on the soil and not read like a combination of words.

As i stare out of the window, the wind just whispers to me, "the urge to write and express may be stronger but stronger still is the feeling of enjoying the silence echo and to be free from the bounds of time and space if only for a moment" ... as another flash of thunder disrupts my thoughts, i decide to end this piece here.....the urge to quietly hear the echoing silence has finally won the battle...