On the bus top roof the
rain hammers down, relentless and persistent without really making a sound...
Along the road to work I
plough, and for the first time I now notice the rain that drains on down...
So there I sit in a puddle
of wet coats and steamed up windows, my attention focused on this crystal drip
hanging in front of my cold, red nose...
The journey of this rain
drop becomes my morning's fixation, as I track its path ahead with half-minded
abandon and boyish anticipation...
So there i sit, wet hair
aflop, staring at the world through the inside of this big ol' rain
drop...creeping and crawling along to its inevitable watery stop...
And through its wavering
prism one bright light explodes into a dozen brazen lies, as it transforms the
whole wide world into the brightest colours before it drips, falls and dies...
So I go on with my
journey, just like the crowds around me, unaware of the art that unfolds around
us, if we could only stop to see...
The world in a
raindrop...I've seen what there is to see, and it's plenty bright for me! But
ask yourself, when did you last take the time to stand and look. And stop?
Just a thought...
