(First published in April 2009)
I was contemplating on digging through my old notes to look for some raw and unfinished poems I wrote almost twenty years ago. Then I decided that it would be too much trouble to search for a few pieces of paper among hundreds of old dusty pages, and I’m having a cold or some nasal allergy. Good thing it’s raining now and there was a brief thunderstorm earlier, filling the air with negative ions. Ah, cool, clean, crisp air. Rain is such a blessing.
I’ve always loved the rain. I especially love to go to the beach on a cool rainy day. I even have an unfinished poem from more than a decade ago that goes something like this:
As we walk I hold your hand
And I think by now you should understand
That you can never hide
Behind stolid looks
And hard-bound books
The real woman inside.
Let’s go to the beach on a rainy day
Just enjoy the breeze
And watch the trees
Dance as the winds pass their way.
The poem remains unfinished. It will probably remain unfinished. Because I’m writing a better one.
