It is raining this morning and I can hear the dripping next to my window.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
Like the sound of my heart now that it has been released, the sound of life now that my eyes have opened again, the taste of fresh being in the air that tells of a girl who will not allow herself to stop. She will not allow the face of Man to take her away from her passion, from the beating of a sensual and released heart and a soul that will not escape from her body. No, she will listen to the raindrops...
She will listen to her heart.
She will not stop.
She hears the sound of rain this morning.
At first silent, not truly audible , but then turning into something powerful, something strong and rhythmic and beating down on the soil of this barren land!
She can hear the rain pouring down now, the thunder shouting and the strike of lighting showing the storm's eyes, but these eyes, they are not crying tears of pain. no, these eyes shed tears of release, tears that have seen what darkness truly is and these tears are letting go. These tears tell of a joy that is like a new song, that make someone feel a need to spread out their arms, jump and fly...
It is raining this morning.
I can hear it now.
Drip. Drip. Drip.