heavenly droplets

The pretty sights...and oh, those small pitter-patters...

I let out a contented sigh as I decide to take the longer way towards College. Quite contrary, I supposed, to what others might do in the pouring rain and the raging wind...

In all truth, I have always been in love with the rain...

For a moment, I tilt my ebony coloured umbrella to a side... letting the tiny droplets splash against my skin and the strong wind tousle my hair...

Rain. Symbol of purity...the washing, nay, cleansing of the world...

Rain. The crystal droplets...

Rain. Part of my name...part of me...

I am completely enticed by it. Those few seconds in which I set aside my shelter are; to my surprise, a sort of bliss...a contentment seeps into me... a feeling that had lately been miles from me...

As I walk the tar pavement, I smile to myself... I love the soft, occasional splashes of the droplets on my woollen coat and my pump shoes. I love tiny pitter-patters all around me, as those droplets from heaven magically splash onto these Earthly surfaces...

My usually lowered lids now lift to observe my surroundings... The oncoming winter has stripped most of the trees in vicinity into a shameful state of nudity yet I am granted what I wish to see...

The diamond-textured droplet softly slips off the tip of the ridiculously tiny and yellowed leaf onto a small puddle right in front of me... The water ripples... Time seems to slow for me... I hear the seagull, oddly far from its trademark beaches, call from the top of the aged red building... I hear the stream of water gushing along the indentation at the edges of the road... I seem to hear the touch of every droplet from the skies to the earthen grounds...

Tell me I’m dramatizing but I felt all the bad go away...far, far away at that moment...and make obsolete all my agonies of the past weeks....and I felt my spirits lift considerably...

Even the shiver that ran through me, with the gust of wind that went past, I found pleasant...

I find myself wonderingly contemplating the significant effects if such a small incident on me...and then an echo of the past ripples into me; of something someone very beloved to me said...

Sometimes, it’s the little things that matter the most...

...breaking down...

Desolation.
Whenever I need someone,
It’s always as though I get isolation.
As though I’m a torture-deserving one,
As though I’m inhumane...
Such – the world so inane...

Yes, my expression bears,
The stony mask,
To hide my fears,
To fool you – world – that I am ‘bon’.
My pain – mine alone.
The girl – me – that is always lone.

I used to believe, my dear readers,
That saying of old;
Of eagles being like leaders,
Never flocking, never of the same mould.
I am an eagle – a loner...
Yet I am hardly close to being a leader...

I thought this mask mine,
Would never be revealed,
In front of eyes thine.
Never would I have believed,
That I’d breakdown this pitiful,
That tears would so openly flow – sorrowful...

Whatever.
This is me.
My feelings – no matter.
This is me,
This “weirdo”, this “emo”, this “whiner”,
This loner...

~ another original...rather raw...spur of the moment thing...random thoughts from a forlorn lil soul ~