Friday, August 6, 2010

Rain

When I was a kid, I'm waiting for it. I always bath in it. The backyard's my bathroom. When it rains, I get my bike and pedal through the raging raindrops. Every drop is lovely, supple and soft. I never wanted the rain to end. Now as an adult, I resent being caught in the rain. Every drop is painful and it annoys me a lot. Every foot I step through the rain I want to scream. I hate the idea of bathing unintentionally in it. Looking back reminds me of a rich childhood I had. I wanted to come back, but my future calls me. Let alone reminiscing, look forward, look back only when you have to. r[E]minisce

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