Today--February 22, 2013--is a rainy day. I thought about rain as I started to write this...and this is what came out. Enjoy it, fellow bookaholics!
Peace!
Walking in the day, drizzle down the neck, rainchill drops fall tiny on my face. Almost misty at times, making the day vague and cloudy, a maze of promises in a dark cloud. Checking the mail becomes an adventure when the cool damp hits the face, and the wind burbles around you; you return dotted with drops, each a story about where it's been: was it a part of some great sea? Did it cool the face of a shepherd in a former drop-life? Did it moisten a drought-ridden soil, coaxing growth and fertility for a desperate farmer? Did it bring laughter to children who try to catch it on their tongues? Rain is such a simple thing, but really-- where has it been before? I wonder as I walk in the rainchill drops as rain falls some more... |
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