Blue skies gave way to a hubble of bucket down clouds that plonked penny drops upon the landscape below.
Driving in my car I was protected from those big rain globs that fell and I felt smug and safe.

Tempted as I was to switch off the window wipers to better observe the splud of each drop I knew too well that driving rain blindfolded is a very dangerous sport.
I may be a misfit rascal but I’m surely no scallywag daredevil without a raincoat.

I’ve never liked those whizzy put your spinal fluid in a spin sideshow rides.
My pref wavers more to the entertainment of watching a spider weave a sparkly web or analyzing the way someone walks with the hope to discover a hint of their personality, spying on a dog making love to the sun and singing without one hint of musical tone.

Those clouds in the upper atmosphere perhaps know the art of dexterity with their rolling of vapor into water drops.
And then releasing them sometimes a gushing relief at that!
I just knew the clouds today were saying "Ahhhhh that’s better”.
An unburdening of worldly wise liquid.

Further along the rain dissipated into my other favorite, freckles.
Freckle rain pitter titters and produces ready to join dot to dot pictures on clear objects like car windscreens.
I dare myself to make a picture when no-one is looking.

I am cloud.
I make mud pie.
I collect and then I rain some ink on some pages.
Or I burst a rush of words that crunk out sentences.
I eat thoughts and fill up on the dirt and water of what was in the thought bucket and sometimes just sigh a crust of ‘what now?’.

RED LIGHT
STOP!!
Sentimentality …..did you see how it creeps in, such a sneak.
“Move out of the way….. you EMOTION HOG!”
Oh pardon my Ink Rage……. must be something in the rain of late.
I want to be leathery and sodden mean and laugh at those without wet weather gear.
Hmm there must be static in some unrealized ink under my skin in need of thundering.

© K S Hardy 2011