>> July| 06 | 2006

It rained today...

While trying to do some work in the office; the other computer playing some strange song that as most of our music library, got there by who knows how and who knows when; on my right side, my best friend, co-worker, My Brother, was typing away at what seemed an internet conversation mixed with some web page programing and pointless and sporadic chit-chat with me, as we've spoken for a few years now.

The phone rings... some words are spoken while the delightfull smell of wet dirt all of a sudden filled the air, you could hear the tip-tap, tip-tap of water droplets banging on the metallic ceilings from the nearby buildings that could not wait for the cool embrace of the summer rain. You could hear water dripping near the window on to the balcony floor like a young and thrusty waterfall that yearns to be, and you could not ignore the thunder's roar and the wind running between treebranches like a pack of wild horses coming ever so closer as you take in a deep breath. As you take in the sweet sensation.

Rain always reminds me of my childhood, so while watching some people on the street running for cover and shrugging their arms in a pointless effort to get less wet, I am transported back in time, back to when i was about 10 years old. The dark, dark clouds rolled in at late afternooon from the east, blocking away what was left of the sun for that day, leaving an eerie sense of twilight amidst an anxious calm that can only exist before the stom would come in.

Thunder and lightning crashed on the mountains with a great crack as if they were being split in two, a sound so loud and flashes so bright and blinding amidst the darkness as if a war thas was being waged in the heavens fell upon the small and desolate town.

>> september |7th| 06
And so the rain came and went, like the memories that flash by while taking a sip of coffee or listening to that song that always seems to make you drift away no matter how many times you've heard it.

It's time to come back, it's time for now, time for action and setting thought aside, for time itself is a jelous mistress that never forgets and will never stand to wait for you to catch up and take her gently by the hand; ever moving, the eternal creator of memories, always letting go.

Time. To start. A new day.

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