I love the rain
It's raining now. I walk wrapped in the water's warm, shimmering embrace, I walk because I do not want to think. I am not walking towards but away from, thoughts I can't dismiss. The clouds above me are like flowing satin pillows of gray and fading purple and tall trees look on, their rough bark mellowed by a curtain of mist. The new born green grass is highlighted with drops of crystal, every blade swaying with a life of it's own, yet remaining one, a silent symphony of hypnotic movement. I... Sign in to see full entry.