crazy man in the rain…
Sneaky winds jump around the sky
With joyous malicious whistles
Dark clouds gather together
In sadistic congregation.
/Intermission/
No! This is not just another rainy day
Another bland nature poem
Nor a hifalutin attempt at shameless self-aggrandizement
By a writer with inferiority complex
Carry me out dear nutty wife
Lovingly throw me into the open
I love liberating feels of breezes
But just a shell-y man scared to get out
The feverish anticipation
Of what weather holds today
Makes my body shake ecstatically
Like it happened last night
One by one
I lose my selves
My anxious personality
My prim obsessive-compulsive
The showers start
I look behind the clouds high up
Asking, daring the Creator-God
To do better than just showers
Ha! But I know
He can do more
I tell him I can handle his worst blessings
Tell him to come out from behind clouds
Then
From around the corner
The flood pours out
Across my village cottage
On a hillside
I throw away my cane
Bloody old man that I am
Take a gladiator stance
Look the blessed flood in the face
Flood hits me in the beard
Creator stifles a snigger
Flood sweeps me off my foot
I start to drown, laughing
Shame on me!
For all my boasting
Steee-rike one n’ I’m out!
Sliding down the hillside
A shameless old man
One-legged, dancing
Drenched in happiness
In a flood of rain
Screaming out a holy swearword
“God will be the death of me!
Hee-hee-haw-haw-haw!!!
Hahaa-hahahaha!!!”
BACKGROUND: I am probably one of the few species of men *eyes rolling* who show genuine appreciation for many different seasons (though I favour a burning sun least of all). The rains are officially starting in my part of the world and I never tire of how refreshed and invigorating it makes me feel.
- the rain’s awe…
This evening, it brings to mind the many ways I play with the Unseen. As true as it is that science has explanations for many things, it does not make a case in court AGAINST the unseen and non-material wonders that exist here. The two sides can coexist. Forget for a moment the [visible] people that misrepresent the invisible.
I remember past happy seasons of my life… from the shocking big blessings… to simple pleasures like raining showers on my skin. And I am making new happy memories. In the midst of many difficulties faithfully stalking my daily life like psychopaths.
The Creator has got His ways!
I Feel Shadows 