I was in my princess pajamas walking though the house one night during the week (maybe it was Monday?). I stood staring out the window that faces the street and just breathed in the air. The evening air was still. Still still. And stiff. So stiff you want to be hot enough to sweat but you can't. Then it dawned on me: The Dry Season Has Come. Oh, I dread the dry season. I am a rain creature that delights in the different types of watershed. I might even like snow. This dry season is coming early. I just hope that it is not too hot and not too long.
Until it rains I will make sure that while my environment is dry, that I stay personally watered. A dry souls is a catastrophe much worst than a dry land.
Someone said that when there is no rain in your soul you must dig wells so you still have life in your soul. What do you think?
8 comments:
poetic imagery. Rain is romantic. Snow is magical. Digging wells in the soul=awesome.
i too am a rain season
i meant person not season
From the looks of it, it's raining outside, right now. Maybe after that it's going to be dry season for a few days.
3 feet of snow here. I hate it!
Yes, Leo, I found out that I am not a very good season-prophet... I wrote and few hours later it rains! Oh the joy! Little chilly, but I was able to dance around.
Reema, I thought you were being poetic.
Hoeklin, you heard Carrie, Snow is magic!
Maybe you should stop writing about the dry season so it can stop raining. I need a very dry season this year so I can clear some land.
um... its kinda raining cats and dogs all week in the ciy... so much for this dry season
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