| I Could Not See The Rain I could not see the rain because it was coating my eyes, it did not really matter because I just wanted to walk and walk and walk, pray I stumble upon that summer-filled house that nests in the pretty fields, right below the craggy hills of my shadowed mind, there, the tickle of the sun chuckles through the apple tree leaves, and I am ripened by the smile you throw down upon the soft grasses. shalome � 2004 |