I've heard many people they saw the world differently.
I say that literally.

I touched the grass, the prickle of the sharp blades tickling my skin.

I waited.

Waited for the magical moment, that made my life exciting every moment I breathed.

The fresh air made my lungs clear. The wind passively whispering little words in my ears through the trees.

I waited until...

I felt a drop..

Ting!

My sight caught a flash of red.

And once again...

Ting!

My sight caught a flash of blue.

It happened...again..once more...until the downpour.

A wave of sounds and colors followed in suit.

I grinned.

Standing ecstatically, and watched as the symphony around me started.

Gentle tings, loud bangs, everything. Coming from the natural symphony of the downpour.

The sounds...brought upon me a land of washed colors.

Painting the dull ground beneath my feet.

They come and go in little wisps.

Even closing my eyes.

The colors and sounds surround me, creating a vast new world.

Internally and externally I run. Into the symphony.

To hear more, see more, feel more.

The amazing feeling of being surrounded different splashes of hues.

The sounds were only a decoration but they meant just as much to me.

Laughing, dancing, surrounding myself, enjoying myself.

So much meaning put into my life because of these little moments. These little colorful moments.

To some it would seem odd.

Abnormal even. Thinking themselves as a freak for seeing the colors appear.

But....

To someone as myself it is a beautiful scene to witness.

Maybe it is why people find me abnormal.

I don't mind.

Because I get to experience this.

Me. At first hand.

And I wouldn't trade away a colorful world for anything.