The first rain of the season. I can hear it through the window. I can smell it, though I'm closeted inside. I can feel the sweetness on my face, I can feel the wind on my arms.
I'm lost in music. Music about the rain, music about longing.
This is heaven. An image of brown earth, a red sari blowing in the wind. Loneliness, romantized. Possibilities.
Music really does make life worth it, doesn't it?
I'm lost in music. Music about the rain, music about longing.
This is heaven. An image of brown earth, a red sari blowing in the wind. Loneliness, romantized. Possibilities.
Music really does make life worth it, doesn't it?
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Strange how the first showers of the season inspired us to post something about it. Stumbled across yours just now. Beautiful post.
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Certified Rambler: Yup, I always feel like blogging when it rains. :) So do you, I see.
ReplyDeleteAnon: Sigh, how hard it is to guess your identity! Unfortunately, there's no gossip left in my life any more. I'm almost married, in case you're forgetting!