Rhythm of the rain

On these hot summer days, i didn’t think walking in the rain home was a possibility. And then it came, it poured and washed away the tension off me; at least for the night. 

I sat quietly looking out at the sky, cool breeze and gentle droplets on my face, cigarettes in hand–my little piece of heaven.

Turned the lights down with a soft light to let me see pass the shadows as i go back to reading Season of Mist, and eventually felt my eyes uneager to continue.

The rhythm of the rain brought calm. It is the music in my ears and the music i hear on my way to sleep.

When i had the time…

when little girls scribbled hearts and stars, i painted trees and sky. 

while teen girls blushed with fresh flowers, i dried and preserved them

when the papers have been read, i mashed and gave it new life.

while they used their pens writing love and hate notes, i sketched landscapes

while they spend on lipsticks and things, i spent for brushes and paint.

while they work their eye shadow and maskara, i studied shadows and light.

while they got rid of oil on their faces, i used oil and tried to paint faces.

while they wished for the universe to connive with their wishes, i drew the stars and the cosmic sky.

All of this when i had the time….it’s not much but its mine