My phone beeped~ "Pick up your pen". It was raining hard. The window called out for me. I'd have fallen for that easily, and I did. It was only 5 minutes but it's amazing what an erratic reflection can mean.

Rain

When it rains, our ground seems to be slithering a bit. But actually, the duds and chattels lying on the ground skim with the flow. Every little while, the rain comes and takes away every tiny bit of ground with it. But the ground never complains. Doesn’t it ever get attached with all the baggage lying there? Why would it? The ground never gets to choose. It is the rest who plunk down simply anything on their walk without a second look. And the ground never complains. So when the rain washes it all away, the ground just gets to watch. Neither the ground gets tired nor the rain. The beauty lies in the fact that neither of them interferes in another’s gig. Can’t we go about the same way? Do your job. Don’t care about the world. Our devoirs, our concerns are all a part of the network. If the propinquity brings sorrow, it brings happiness too. To accept without hashing over it, is not equal to fail. Sometimes, being a mute beholder is the best thing to do. Need help? Watch the ground. And then, watch the rain.