Monday, September 12, 2005

Rain

The cool of the rain as it falls upon skin

The moulding images as rain flows down the window


The entrancing rhythm of soft footfalls as rain touch down

The loss of inhibitions as the rain drenches, drowning status

The camaraderie as we stand bare, wearing no mask

The bright flashes of a celestial paparazzi

The enormous bangs of response

Such is the magic of rain.

1 Comments:

At 10:17 pm, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Hi Jerome! its me, munty. i like ur style of writing.

 

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