Its that time of the year.....Its started raining...the first rain of the season...
Shades of grey light everywhere...then there is the sudden streak of bright light
the player is playing... my heart goes light...I want to dance and run in the rain like I used to when I was a kid...in the puddles of mud...run directionless...because it didnt matter
the direction... what mattered was the rain.. the soft hard rain...those pricking cold drops...The amorous meeting of earth and the water...their soft swishy murmurs...their flowing musky odor...as if in reckless abandon...
I didn't venture out.... just opened the window....peering looking out at the swinging curtain of
rain....went to past...those were the days... thoughts went and came of yesteryear's.. thoughts of days of reckless abandon...
those unsaid words...what if they were said...
whos leaving??
whos staying??
It rains every year....
