All but a Cloud

It is all but a cloud,

Just blow it away ..

Even if it is dark,

You can will it away..

After all it is a cloud,

It will float astray..

One minute it is there,

and gone in the next..

For all you know,

It may not really Rain ..

She

She sat there hugging her knees, gaining some comfort from the warmth of the cup that she held in her hand. The rain made her shiver.

The house was surrounded by tall Eucalyptus trees. They seemed to obscure all the dreary sights of the world outside.

It was like she was in a cave, watching the forest drench itself.While the rain kept the beasts at bay.

She wished it was not so. She wished she had a glimpse of the world outside, of teeming life.

If only she could spot gleeful children, running around in circles, or young lovers holding hands in the rain.

That would perhaps bring a smile to her face. And then the beasts may not seem so real.

The Other Day

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The other day, I was a little girl again, making a bouquet from wild flowers with friends…

The other day, I was riding my bike, free falling with my arms wide in the air…

The other day, I was sitting in the dickey seat of my father’s car, with my legs dangling outside…

The other day, I was listening to the radio, singing along with every song they played…

The other day, I was reading my favourite book again, atop the guava tree in my backyard…

The other day I was keeling over with laughter, over a joke I had heard again…

The other day, I was a growing up in a small town, far away from the shimmer of the city lights…

The other day, I was learning to play the guitar, hoping to be a rock star someday…

The other day, I wanted to become a lawyer. To fight for truth and everything else I stood for …

The other day, I would have taken a bullet for my friends; I loved them to death…

The other day, I was hopelessly in love, never thought the feeling would fade…

The other day, I was home again; amongst familiar chatter and buzzing door bells…

The other day, I was trying to find the broken pieces…

Hoping it would feel just like the other day …

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