Rhymes with train, brain, insane. Rain leaves behind tracks for my thoughts to run down, rain leaves drops hanging off barren branches.
The rain often falls after a morning that is too bright.
Rain makes the blackness of coffee light, it makes flowers stand up-right. Their pink fills in my mental black & white.
Today is awfully sunny. It’s lovely. But the clarity of it is more piercing than enlightening, and it’s a fine line between the light and the shadows.
A black & white, yin&yang sort of day. Clouds come and go and the sun can’t make up its mind. I can’t make up my mind. Incredibly enough it’s already 2018 and yes, I have not written on these pages in at least half a year. It’s been a yin&yang sort of half a year and I have… I’ve been raining.
Without dwelling on times past as us humans are so apt to do, suffice to say I’m settling from monsooning down to drizzling gently. The clouds my head is in come and go. I am busy finding the empty spaces between raindrops and colouring them in with little & important details. Sometimes – usually not – keeping inside the lines.
So when it rains, pours, drizzles, shines all at the same time. Stand up-right & look for the pink.
Do I look like a flower, sunrise, or a grapefruit?
Let me know.