rainstorms

... and rain. some of the best memories of my life happen in the rain.

(i'm not so sure if anyone who reads this shares my love for large expanses of water, being the lack of comment. i must have a lot of readers from the prairies.

even then, Manitoba has a lot of lakes and rain. and where theres rain, theres sliding across wet grass and getting muddy, and feeling the pain of it all later. and commenting on friend's journals who have done the same.

or, at least there should be).

green tea,
tired eyes. frail dreams,
and grace to try.

its kind of nice when the sun separates from the blue,
and shadows on the trees across the way.
sleepless night,
followed by the thought,
the feeling that somethings wrong.

some old things on the floor, the shelf
new music. fresh life,
and cold in the window, again,
to remind me what life feels like.

cold tea,
tired eyes, frail heart,
(some life i don't want to face),
and grace to try.

-Adam.