Wednesday, February 23, 2011

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'63, she was ...... 21

Coming.....
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When it Rains....

......as it is today. Not caring for time. Not caring for the opinions of the commoners, hastily cursing it within the mundane procedure of their day.
It puts my mood - coerces my mind into a state of insight, where all ispiration is thinkable.....tangible.

My Mother told me when I was little that when it rained, it was GOD....cleaning the Earth with His tears. Naturally, I asked if He was sad.
....and she said, "No, those are tears of joy from Him being so proud of you/us.
Sometimes she would say "you", and sometimes "us".....needless to say I preferred the "you" version. :)
And I must add, that this belief of the rain in my upbringing of course led to many more questions stemming from "the reason behind sleet, hail, snow...etc". ;) My beloved Mom was "hella creative". Love always-RIP.

And so it is, on this rainy day - that I begin this parody of a tragic comedy......to a perfectly orchestrated sullen day of rain.
These things mock, compliment & coexist within the other, as that perfect melancholy to the rain - and the tragic to the comedy.

Such is life, such is life.

Craig Allen
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