It is raining hard and I love the sound of the raindrops combining with a silence of the night.  It's funny how we change. I used to like rain then I hate it and now I like it again.  I guess our likes and dislike depends on the situation in which we live.  I read my posts and they all seem so far and so alien to me.  It seems that happiness and sadness, anger and calmness, are all like marbles that we hold for a moment and then toss them, look at them rolling while they change colors.  I begin to question my faith and it is bothering me. 

I have to go to bed I like to listen to the rain, and the cliking of my keyboard is interfering.  I will continue this later.