Why do I especially like quiet mountains and rainy paths?

Me too. I like the beauty of snow closing mountains. I have imagined countless times that I love rain when I cut candles at the west window, but I talk about late rain. In the afternoon when I was a child, the aisles in the yard were full of clutter. When it rains, I beat aluminum, film and plastic pots like percussion. I just lay in bed staring blankly, surprisingly comfortable.