rains!

As a child everyone is told that it rains when god cries over some bad thing that you have done. As you grow older it is so beautiful just to sit and watch how tiny drops of water just keep falling from an endless sky. When you look up to see what exactly is making it happen all that is in front of you is a black canvas that has a few grey blotches in it and tiny crystals falling into your face like spears and even though they prick you slightly as they fall against your skin… You can’t help but wonder what a world your part of where sometimes you just don’t have to have a real reason to rationalize why it’s raining. Rain brings to you sights you can never see in any other season-the elation in the eyes of a farmer who knows that profit stands at his door-step this time; the cold faces of your grandparents as they crib about it being too cold; the bubbly sounds of the children who wade through dirty water with little paper boats in their hands; the cars that look like they are flying in thin air; the sound of slow trance music, cuddly blankets and a cup of steaming hot coffee… and then you realize that your no more a child who needs to worry what he’s done wrong…instead you can sit there and enjoy the cool breeze that transports you to a world unknown where these tiny crystals are just felt and not really understood.