• rain
    In the moment

    That rain in June

    In big black letters I write my name on them and the name ofthe village where I live.    I hope that someone in some strange land will find them andknow who I am. Paper Boats by Rabindranath Tagore Each raindrop is a flashback to the old times. Tapping my feet, as I ran up to the roof. Wearing a big old shirt and that smile on my face and in my heart. Feelings, such strong feelings, never felt before. As I look up and feel the velvet droplets falling from the white sky, kissing my skin and lighting me up deep inside. Dancing and twirling on the roof, singing…