| | Have you noticed the rain fall from the sky?
I used to not like the rain, but now, I love standing out there, getting wet. I love the feeling of the cold, slipping drops of rain, falling on my face, on my body, on my feet. Sometimes, it's like magical water. It makes me happy and high. It makes me feel vivid and alive again. In a way, I would say that I am like the unpredictable, unstoppable rain. The rain actually represents how much of a mess I am at the moment. I am all over the place. I am falling everywhere with no knowledge of knowing when the rain will ever stop pouring. The ground is wet from the thunderstorm. The ground holds my place in this world to stop me from falling any deeper. The rain is like the dripping tears that run down my face.
But once the sun comes out, the skies are clear again and the thunderstorm ends for that day. The rain stops, and instead of getting soaked, one can be dried. Getting dried is like being revived in a sense. Revived to perfection, to normal. Rain or shine, I feel complete and absolute. I'm living life and life is living me.
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| | Posted 6/26/2008 7:17 PM - 133 Views - 18 eProps - 11 comments
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