Friday, August 24, 2012
The rain brings out the solitude. Solitude brings out the wanderer.
The wanderer searches for what it does not know.
A longing arises from the unknowing. That longing is you.
Now look what you did, oh stupid rain you!
I wouldn't blame you for not believing in magic,
for magic is believing the unknown.
But allow me to walk you through that fleeting moment,
when the ephemeral raindrops caress your cheeks,
and as they do, the thought of me runs through your heart.