Finally, the rain arrives from far high up, in all its desperation it's crashing down to earth. I have been waiting for it its arrival had been due for a long time. And Dust! it's fatal, life gets cluttered eventually with the storms of dust that make it difficult to breathe at times. it's this when we need to keep holding on to the pillar of hope. the droplets of time will eventually settle the dust. Cool Breeze! it will dissolve the unrest inside me, and wash my eyes off the burden of broken dreams to make way for new ones. These rains are the means of my escape. Always have been. Always will be. They help me get through. And I won't stop till they don't.
Thoughts | bizarre and offbeat