When it rains...
Silence....
I was almost tempted to use an adjective, but the silence contained nothing. An adjective would be most inappropriate. I try lowering the window gently, and suddenly, the world announces its existence loudly through the chaotic and sweet music of the rain. Water splashes through the top of the glass and lands on my lap, my hand and the steering. I raise the window back to its initial position.
Silence again.
I glanced around. I cant make out whether the other four persons in the car are asleep or awake. But for this moment, I realize, they don't exist for me. Mist gathers up in the front windsheild. I turn the a/c on, and try to concentrate hard on the road in front. The windscreen-wipers were doing the best they could in a frantic attempt to part the water gushing down to sideways. I can faintly see the dark grey of the tarmac, gently dissolving into the rain. The darkness all around comes out and reveals itself as greenery; occasionally, when a clearing is reached. The headlamps don't seem to be too effective, so I ease up on the pedal. In my mind, I break into a loud, cheerful song!
I was almost tempted to use an adjective, but the silence contained nothing. An adjective would be most inappropriate. I try lowering the window gently, and suddenly, the world announces its existence loudly through the chaotic and sweet music of the rain. Water splashes through the top of the glass and lands on my lap, my hand and the steering. I raise the window back to its initial position.
Silence again.
I glanced around. I cant make out whether the other four persons in the car are asleep or awake. But for this moment, I realize, they don't exist for me. Mist gathers up in the front windsheild. I turn the a/c on, and try to concentrate hard on the road in front. The windscreen-wipers were doing the best they could in a frantic attempt to part the water gushing down to sideways. I can faintly see the dark grey of the tarmac, gently dissolving into the rain. The darkness all around comes out and reveals itself as greenery; occasionally, when a clearing is reached. The headlamps don't seem to be too effective, so I ease up on the pedal. In my mind, I break into a loud, cheerful song!
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n may i asj u, "how long this silence last ?? ;-)"
:-)
-P
So very refreshing!!!! :)
hw abt tat :-)
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Rain must be the oldest living polygamist in the world, right, $?
Oldest and greatest polygamist she must be, and she sure knows how to make each one of her partners happy, doesn't she?
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Off the topic, yesterday on the bus I woke up (not from sleep, that was a delirium defined by limbs folded awkwardly and body slipping down the seat) with Brothers in Arms in my head. It stayed for the day.
**There are so many different worlds**
:)
~N
But we live in different ones***
Does the title of the song matter? :) Well I don't remember. But there was a song!
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There are so many rain songs that its almost cahotic if I try to associate one song each time it rains.