Spring

The season of rain, grey, and redefining.
Where the Earth that had died and wilted away in the
Winter nothingness, is given a chance of rebirth..
To live and breathe, once again.

I love the rain...
I love to hear the sound of it falling to the ground, and
The sound of the rain hitting the random objects outside.
Like a million teardrops, from random people around the world
Crying along with me, or me with them...and they're never alike...

The smell of rain, something that no matter how hard they try
Can never be duplicated... Can never be squeezed and trapped.
Its a meditated warning that the teardrops are coming, forming, and gathering...
To mourn the losses of Winter...

And yet all I want to do is lay there, with the window wide open, and let the smell,
The teardrops, and they grayness in...

The grey... The perfect color to be associated with Spring, and rain.
The uncertainty of reforming and reconstructing,
Though nothing is ever what it was the year before..

Winter has brought me love, knowledge, enchantment and heartache..

And so Spring...
I ask you to rain on me, help me redefine, learn how to breathe and reconstruct once again...

*03.09.10