The little raindrop

Publicat la data de 17.2.2009 | Categorii: Scrap | Tag-uri: absence, rain, sky

Sittin’ in the front row just before the sky gets colored in that violet blackish hue, which tells you that is going to rain. Giving a big round of applause for those fluffy, pure white, innocent clouds, that are just preparing to show off in an hour or so of extended play of the most beautiful rain. Or should I say “beautifulest” rain? I just might.

Felling the deepest heart beats of all the birds colliding with the rainy sky, having knowledge only of the thickness of the air, reducing an entire universe to the essence of air and clouds and amaizing heights.

Not knowing what the dirt smells like and not caring about it. You have an entire sky as your home, so why would you care? Caressing all the little bits and pieces of joy, floating in the freezingly perfect sky.

Touching the angels, making funny conversations and scuba diving in the deepest ocean of peace and serenity.

Not knowing who you are and not caring so much about it cause you could be anyone or anything. I wish I was a perfect rain drop. I would choose the “dropees”. I would linger on his cheek and his hand. Especially on his hand. I would tell him the perfect rain song. I would cuddle, I would dream the undreamed. And then I’ll be gone.

Although you know things aren’t forever, it’s that second that counts. And you don’t even have to understand the rain in order to love it.