• Splash, chapppppp, and there it goes, the driver streams through the water on the side of the road. Water drawing itself like the fins of a swimming fish quickly settles down into the muddy pool at the road side. Sporadic drops continue to come down and a circle immerses, inflates and disappears on the surface of the pool, a light from the top of the building reflects and the walking girl flickers and waves as the winds tremble the still settling waters. A drop rolls from the top of the umbrella gets bigger in the downward journey and falls of the rim. Did the water shiver confused by the sudden confluence with the drop? Or did the little activity at the edge of the pool go unnoticed and even the muddy temporal pool remain indifferent to the drop from the umbrella? Whatever, by now the drop has lost itself into the stained, vanquished waters. The girl with tiny shoes on her tiny feet hops cautiously over the water avoiding any contact and the water shimmers partly to attract and partly of shame.
• The tree has gone heavy, it bows with a lot more grace, and with an added art. A few more inches and the shoot would soon support the root.
• Ankle deep in water, I let the stream run through me. A few leaves go around my foot, some cuddle for a while before they decide to leave. It sprouted off the hill, as the rains came down the water started flowing, as the rain patters steadily on my umbrella singing sprightly, its arms play around my feet sometimes caressing, sometimes tickling.
• I can hear it coming down, ya it is somewhere round. Here comes the one, right on the forehead, this ones on the palm. The spattered pearl spread on the back of the hand, I wont wipe it off. Now the mark on the dusty shoe and the hurry around me, the umbrellas opening, the drops on the shirt and on the face, the glasses go wet and the vision through them hazy. So here it comes, and the home is a long way away. Should I hide under a shade? I decide to walk in the rain.
• The darkness has taken over and the rain clouds appear like the roof dark and gray, somber and ancient. The moon floats behind the thin clouds and the halo appears to move through the mist, what was haze and mist now appears like the warm cotton of the quilt.
• The tree has gone heavy, it bows with a lot more grace, and with an added art. A few more inches and the shoot would soon support the root.
• Ankle deep in water, I let the stream run through me. A few leaves go around my foot, some cuddle for a while before they decide to leave. It sprouted off the hill, as the rains came down the water started flowing, as the rain patters steadily on my umbrella singing sprightly, its arms play around my feet sometimes caressing, sometimes tickling.
• I can hear it coming down, ya it is somewhere round. Here comes the one, right on the forehead, this ones on the palm. The spattered pearl spread on the back of the hand, I wont wipe it off. Now the mark on the dusty shoe and the hurry around me, the umbrellas opening, the drops on the shirt and on the face, the glasses go wet and the vision through them hazy. So here it comes, and the home is a long way away. Should I hide under a shade? I decide to walk in the rain.
• The darkness has taken over and the rain clouds appear like the roof dark and gray, somber and ancient. The moon floats behind the thin clouds and the halo appears to move through the mist, what was haze and mist now appears like the warm cotton of the quilt.
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