Precocious. Little. Clover. Devil

Thursday, March 25, 2004


It's been raining almost everyday for the past week. Dark skies treaten the dry earth, as the heavens wait to cry out loud. As the water falls, like time has stopped, all seems so peaceful and slow. The soft rythmn of the rain like the heartbeat of the lands it finds, so soft and frail.

The whole world takes on new shades of colors, greys, whites, yellows, and oranges, like an ever-changing piece of art. Not just the earth that stirs, but everywhere, new forms emerge. In the wind, the tree comes to life, the leaves play their rustling song. The drains, the move, coursing with their new found blood. Buildings they hide, behind sheet s of rain, and tease one's eyes as they flit in and out of view. And for once, the busy city sleeps.

Windows are closed, the streets are clear, as people watch the water sliding down the glass of their shelters, in their own world, looking out at nature's world. They do not want to get themselves wet, no. And so they shun away for as long as the skies still weep.

But soon, it all clears up. The clouds have cleansed themselves and the last teardrops have fallen from their grey incarnations. Slowly, life returns to the city as the people slowly stir. One after the other, they head out of their caves, and seek to continue their constant shuffle.

No one notices it. None do.

For the the drops of crystal on the grass hides a vibrant green and amongst the green, nature shows her wonderous play. The earthworms peek out of the dirt to witness the new shade of green the grass has taken, while the frog sit nearby, feeling the cool windy breeze. On this breeze, the birds fly again, glad to spread their wings and shke of the dmapness in their feathers.

As they slowly fly through the sky, a little boys looks up, and he smiles. He wonders in amazement as he watches the rainbow arching across the fields. It does not matter that he was drenched, for he knew one thing, "It's so beautiful!"


It's true, so many of us lead busy lives that we seldom have the time to slow down and take a closer look at nature. So much so that we fail to realize how beautiful the world is. Maybe next time when it rains, you should stop thinking about how many of your plans have been messed up or how wet you are going to get. Stop for a momnet and notice that many wonderful changes are happening around you. Raining days are actually very nice too, if only, we could njot look at it grudgingly.

Well, I guess that's about it for today~ Hope everyone has a nice day~ See you around!


Gavin pondered @ 17:01


Under the layers of dust