..Standing behind my window I watched as the rains poured..
Each drop called my feet towards it.
..I really wanted to go..
My deepest desire to have each drop kiss my skin.
But I couldn’t move cos’ everyone was watching..
Their big eyes, my umbrella =))
…what’s yOuRz?
Cos’ d rain is still pouring and we are both holding back our desires to dance in it.
Frustrating right? Yea, I know…
What is life if we cant swerve in our rains?
If we cant be touched by those soothing droplets of our deepest desires…
If we cant get soaked in the reality of our dreams?
Nay, we don’t need umbrellas…
Well, except d ones wit holes in them. :D. Yeah, tiny little holes of hope, courage, strength, confidence and ‘yes I can!’
Not those thick perfect umbrellas that denies us of d ecstatic tickling of our own rains..
And until we poke through these umbrellas wit a wind of change, our rains will not kiss our skin….
Angela