Thursday, August 23, 2012

Rain in Tormented Cities

In what language does rain fall over tormented cities?

I will take rain, even if it messes up my new red shoes and runs over my freshly washed hair and straightens my curls. I will take the grim on the streets, stench from the drain, the crawling cars into the night.

I will take all of that because when there is lightning, the hills of Madikeri lit up in my stories and the fat rain drops on concrete roofs wash away the weariness from my soul. I will sleep well tonight in memory of those rainy months in the hills. Yes, I will take rain today.

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