Tuesday, June 8, 2010

Rain is beautiful. I love sunshiny days, with no clouds and birds and what-not, but rainy days might be my favorite. Every rain is different. Today, it's just a little gray with a light rain, just enough to surround me here in my house of windows. 

The air is cloaked in an easy melancholy, like listening to a violin play while your heart aches, just a little. Sometimes sunlight is so brash, so intrusive and overly cheerful, and you just need a break. So the sky weeps and you feel at home, just for a little while. 

So I sit, still and quiet for a change, and welcome the ache. It's part of who I am, who I am made to be, and so often I chase it away with silliness. I was made for another world, for another reality. 

in the dim
I see Your hand
tracing shapes in the water
dreaming for me

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