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| The rain came down in seemingly arranged cycles throughout the day. Large drops, fine mist and drizzle, even like a horse pissin' on a flat rock as I made my way along the two-lane country road, tunes playing low. I watched and listened to notes and rainbeats collide on my windshield, the scenery moving past me in slow motion. I met another writer of poetry and short stories on the river. We talked of writing techniques as we fished in the rain, and somehow the conversation found its way to a hand-carved horse-head pipe with antler bowl, a lover's gift; "Stevie" rolling off my lips softly when he asked me her name; and suddenly my mind tiptoed through a hundred memories, which I kept sacred unto myself but reminisced them just the same there, in the rhapsody of the rain. I miss you baby. |
| ~ Midnight Sun |