Inside just creases
The rain makes me think of home. Or a home, once upon a time, where rain falls like translucent pearls, seeping underneath deep green grass, persistently pulling at loose soil, dredging up a strong earthy smell that pervades for hours afterwards. I like a good rain. The earth connected by strings of water all the way up to the sky, and suddenly heaven isn't so far out of reach.
Only managing to step outside in the early evening one day, I was amazed that the snow was gone. I saw grass. Rather dead grass, but grass nonetheless. Under any other circumstance it would have been a dismaying sight. But all this had been buried under snow for months on end; it was almost refreshing that a nature's death was open for all to see, no longer hidden under a foot of dirty, stale snow.
On that sunny day, I made my way up The Main to meet some friends. The sudden warm weather, the encouraging notion that spring isn't too far away made everyone light-hearted, happy, uncontrollably wearing sunshine on their faces. Sunshine on my back as I felt my forgotten wings unfurl, uncurling all the way to their tips, reaching skyward as a flower hungers for morning sun. With each step I felt the solid ground beneath my feet. I have a place on this earth, and this place is mine and my own.
Posted by sniffles at April 02, 2005 10:40 PM