Rain

Liquid precipitation. It's everywhere. It's up...coming down, sometimes sideways. It's down...filling every low spot with itself. Cold and wet. It makes a bad hair day, makes clothes sag and turns shoes into sponges. It quenches our bucolic surroundings. And when there is too much...things float. We stay in. Thinking. Creating. Sometimes worrying...about things left unattended, about things we want to control...about our loves. We breath clean air...newly washed. We eat warm foods...take hot baths...curl up in big pieces of cotton. We draw and plan...search for ideas...answers. We shiver...we sew...we sleep. We wait when the sky is falling. We wait.