more on existentialism...
the rain has gone away, for a day now, even though it was supposed to be here yesterday as well as friday night...i do love the rain at night, even if it screws with my view *pout?*... i sleep the best when it rains...in fact, that's the only time i do sleep for good and for real (it's sorta like that song... "..she only sleeps when it's raining, and she screams, and her voice..." ok, well not so much, i don't dream on those nights, and i will always feel a great sense of peace and thankfulness for that) ...i envy those people who aren't rain people, they don't need the water on their skin...they live out their calm, clean, crisp-cut paper doll's lives and never know what it feels like to have to come up for air... them with their tawny bodies and heated eyes, whose rythms worship the circuits of the sun...light -fierce and burning- dogs their step... but rain people don't have to wait until the sky clears to come out to play, they don't need a dome of seasons to feel the stars, we are tatterdamelions in flight, optical sea-scapes that blink on the in and out, green fingered lordlings quelled by lady night...we bask on fire-kissed petals and drip out our lives, shamed by the queenly sun...

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