rain.

[ozfizz]

The colour is Red Light.

I'm gazing hand upon chin out the window,
smelling the charming aroma of the world
mixed with the damp earthly sent of rain
brought in with the wind throught the screen.
I'm observing the rain, watching every drop
finds it's destination on a petal, on a leaf,
on the wing of a bird. ..Puddles dance to the
sound of the breeze and rhythmic chime of
the decending drops, drops causing their own
ripple effects within the puddles pesent to
catch their fall. They find their pesky way to
eye of a passer by. The world becomes a
blur. They have all their targets, destinations
..do we?
It would be a shame to shut the draps.