rain

it's raining. it's not the first time that is raining and also not the first time that i am watching it. but this is the first time i am seeing it like i have seen it this time. i feel like the raindrops carry holy secrets just as like seashell carry stones. secrets that sky fostered since time unknown. those secrets that sky meant to share with earth.

this is the one side of rain i have seen. on the other side there is earth that is waiting to catch the raindrops and absorb the secrets of sky. looking over to the sky with a soul in each grain of sand , earth catches hold of each raindrop and absorbs the secret in itself and lets off the scent of that secret to us.

looking over towards sky i extended my hands with an obvious eager to catch hold of raindrops. to my disappointment they turned out to be ice thorns. i had to please myself with the scent of sky's secrets.