More rain

Wet clouds
Originally uploaded by Ti.mo.

Mardi, 22/08/2005

Water falling
intermittently
landing, loading
releasing in ripples
across the glass
on this strange trip,
where the blue has turned to grey,
driving along this huge highway,
getting to know this person next to me,
in her desires and pains,
her bad hair days, which will never be
really as they say, her locks too pretty.

Every thing you have done
is beautiful and enrapturing:
the raindrops, as they tear
racing onto the surface of the window
in so many strange shapes
and the line and pattern
that I follow along the fringe
that comes out more than
the rest of her hair, across her eye,
curling up onto her face.

What a strange day this is,
and what a place
to be in... Looking back
it reminds me that everything I see,
makes me know your grace.