Tuesday, November 6, 2018

Its Raining


It’s raining.

It’s funny how rain sounds. There’s a randomness to it. But in a narrow frequency. There’s the constant drone of raindrops on the trees in the background. And the gurgle and trickle of water finding its own way to go. And the overall pattern of it. The finger painting smear of it as random pieces of water crash into earth. Tracks in the air as water in the form of rain transits through. One splash at a time. Imagine the rain had color. And dimension. That it could slosh across the landscape canvas and leave a masterpiece in its wake. But instead, the beauty of nature is here and now and gone forever, in an instant.

It’s raining.

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