even in much direction-less times, there are those who come to aid with their calming whispers
a rain drop hanger 🙂
how man obscures itself from the truth with all its constructs
to get lost in something after a day of drudgery
blossoming quietly in the backstreets
short lived gems of early spring; silent and swift they will perish in the inevitable visit of the dousing winds
nothing so certain as rain
no beginning or end–just a seemingly perpetuating road