Ah, the rain....
My favorite place to walk, within it, my hair desires it, my Soul drinks each drop as it seeps into my flesh and bone. What a wonderful piece, one I needed to read, especially on days like these. Thank you
Beautiful, short and simple. There is little else one can say in response to this.
This is image provoking as well, prompting the questions of who, what, why.
Was this person just playing in the rain? Fresh from the shower and uncaring that they would become mud splattered? Or could it even be an ode to self-confidence and self-awareness.
I'm a eighteen year old dreamer who's favorite word is quixotic. If I could invite five people to lunch I would invite Kurt Vonnegut, Matsuo Basho, Serj Tankian, Terry Pratchett, and Banksy. I reside .. more..