Posted in Life, Prose

Considering the Rain

It rained, it sleeted, and the wind accompanied them

in my misery.

The rain collected in my ear, and rested a bit, allowing the sleet to blur

my glasses.


Anyone who allows themselves the pleasure of wanting to enjoy

the elements in their raw forms,

deserves to have their umbrella blow

outside in,

While I am inside looking out,

watching them go forth

and back


Laughing a bit….




My profile might reflect who I am, what I think and why I write what I do. My profile might just reveal the inner workings of a deranged mind, a helpless soul, and a self-destructive way of living. Don't worry. I'm OK. I've just lost sight of my little sister in the evening clouds....

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