they miss the spirituality of the trees. the faint whisper of breath in oxygenated richness, the firm application of smoothness eloquently divine on the skin's surface. they miss the impartial breeze hitting blades of chloro-filled to the brim excitement of buds and the promise of another day. there's a reminder. a dancing metamorphosis barely young enough to hold unto the quaint swivel of the bark inching towards its cocoon, fluttering on the thin line of greatness. in the blink of an eye dismissed by smog ridden darkness electric buzz of cars and the flight of Starbucks cups filled to the brim of nothing, caffeinated the rush go go go, swiftly toes graze over grass enticingly as elusive engine drones to forget the brilliance of the sky. -b.r.rivera 12 if 30, April 2012 #30in30

i adore rain. somehow, it suits my soul when the acoustic goodness splish and splashes to this and that near my toes and i excitably coerce my feelings with the wet goodness from the window. perhaps its the way that it feels. moist and new, a metaphor for washing out all that negativity that fills my soul and cleanses the dirt away to allow the brightness shine through. how hypocritical for those to say that they hate the rain. how shallow. how idiotic is it not to fall in love with the weather for making love when sheets are just as dewy as the condensation outside and thunder synchronizes to hip moving rhythms. i adore rain. love the ins and outs of its movements. how each drop is reminiscent of a tear, puddled within mud caked upon grass and fertilizing new growth where death just occurred. how sad and intrinsic to not love the weather that brings life. just as sun alone can endure rays filled with heat seeking missiles swimming beads of sweat across one's br...