A quiet night in the rain

At night, walking back from the pub disobeying the forbidden rule: never walk home alone! But I couldn’t be happier that I did. I walked home alone tonight, while the persistant rain beat down on my head. When I turned the corner to walk up the canal I noticed the Black Eyed Peas playing at the Rose In Dove, and I smiled to myself as a remembered all the times I played their music driving in my car when I was 17.  The music still buzzing in my head I hiked up the small but steep hill leading to the last stretch before the luxurious Donegan Court. At the top of this hill all of the sudden the world went quiet. I had passed the man made water fall and I was distant from the Black Eyed Peas, and the sudden hush startled me. I stopped in my tracks to look if anyone else was around, but at that exact moment someone turned the corner, leaving me alone with the canal, the darkness and the rain. I got close to the railing peering down at the raindrops forming in the water, listening to the wash of the water streaming. I looked down as far as I could see the winding canal curving its body toward the University. It was such a beautiful moment, by myself with the canal hearing my thoughts. I walked further and further away from the noise of the crowded bar and as I walked more peace was ahead. I left the noise and entered the quiet, having to stop to hear the rain fall down on the road ahead. I leaned against the rock wall and closed my eyes, listening to a sound that could not be any more familiar to me but right now at that moment was a noise that had never been heard from anyone. I walked a little further, letting the puddles burry my feet while I peered down at all the water around me. I had to stop again to stare down at the canal, wondering how many people it had stolen quiet moments from before me. The absence of the swans made the canal more lonely. I closed my eyes again wanting the moment to never end. Wanting the grace I felt from the endless amount of water to flow inside me forever. The warmth of Donegan Court got the best of me as I walked fast home to recollect my magical moment by the canal. How odd I found it that my first truly spectacular moment happened in the nights darkest hours, and in Irelands wettest moments. However the peace and gentleness that tourist all around imagine Ireland to hold, was bestowed upon me on its ugliest moment. Just like life shows you its light when you are least expecting comfort.