It seems that it is about to Rain. Today hopefully will be a day when all seems shiny new. If not today then tomorrow. But as always I am hopeful.
Hopeful about change, hopeful about my confidence in self. Hopeful that there is something called goodness. Today, I seem to have no fear, the justice or injustice bear no consequence to me. Wonderfully free, soaring in spirit.. the fool in me wonders why!

There is something about the rain, which essentially seems pure to me. I cannot help, but feel a sad kind of happiness when the clouds darken. It reminds me of all the beautiful memories I have cherished in the rain. All which I held and all which I have given up. The rains mesmerize me, hopeful again. Hopeful to be understood, or else hopeful to be lost in the crowd.