Blog Archive

Wednesday, October 29, 2008


The dusty smell of the first rain of spring, even though terribly late, overwhelms me. How shall I do a rain dance for the rain to fall on my mind as well? Once, when I was young, I took an umbrella and went outside into a rainstorm in the middle of the night. I folded the umbrella and allowed the rain run to down me. I splashed in the puddles that surrounded me. The rain massaged all negativity from my being. My mind was quenched. Going inside, dripping over the carpet, I fell into bed, knowing that I would have a new life in the morning.

Written by I