Sunday, March 27, 2011
Springtime: Thoughts of Love
I love the rain. The droplets that gather and then fall. Gravity wins. When the weather turns sour, I dream of hiding up in a fort made of sofa cushions and all the blankets in the house. Like its my own little world in there. But I would never be able to help myself from coming out to watch the rain fall. Gloriously bewitching. The sound alone is enough to drive me out of my hideaway. A harp in nature, to play for my pleasure. Be still in my heart!