Saturday, April 18, 2015

Hot weather? Think of snow and rain.


She locked the front door and set off for a walk.
To where, she wasn't sure.
She just wanted to walk her thoughts away.
It was her rest day.
She got a lot of things to do,
but she can't work without peace of mind. 

A gentle wind grazed her skin.
It was a bit cold.
Thank God,
it was such a nice cloudy morning.

Some dried brown leaf crushed heavily beneath her boot.
Everything seemed like in slow motion,
- the cars, the people around and even the birds in the air.
She wondered.
She brought nothing with her save herself,
but things felt heavy on her shoulders.
She was a little light-headed though.

As she trod the road, the trees swayed their branches 
as if dancing, as if greeting her.
Together, they made music.
She closed her eyes and
listened to the flattering of their leaves.

She lifted her head to meet the sunrays.
Slowly, she felt the heaviness fading.
Indeed, there's peace in nature.

Suddenly, something cold fell on her face.
She opened her eyes and wiped it away.
A cold fluid.
Another one fell onto her palm.
Ice crystal.
A snowflake.

* * *


That day, rain clattered the roofs.
All windows were shut.
Panes were wet.
People outside were running,
hiding, looking for a shade.

But there she was, on her bed,
leaning on a pillow against the bed frame.
She was holding a book,

For her, the sound of raindrops
was a background music,
such that stimulates imagination,
the creative part of the mind.

It was raining,
while she was behind the bushes
in a hill, cold and steep,
waiting for the hound.

It was raining,
while she was eating milk and biscuit
with Sherlock Holmes
and Dr. Watson.

It was raining,
while she was sitting on a chair
by the fireplace,
reading the newspaper.

It was raining outside,
but to her, 
everything's alright.