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Topic: Rain (09/07/04)
TITLE: Misty Dreams On A Rainy Day
By Rene Uys
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As I open the curtains the sun inqisitively turns its eyes,looking through window into my room. My soul is drinking in the absolute wonder of the miracle - a new day has arrived and I am in its presence. In the far distance the mountains surrounding my house straighten their backs, ready to reign over the fields bowing at their feet.
Reluctantly I turn away from the window, heading for the bathroom. The warm water lures my soul into the luxury of travelling, carrying me on a dream to my destiny. For a moment or two my thoughts strecth into the depts of my imagination.
I step out of the bathroom. My dusky bedroom bares witness that the sun has closed its eyes. It is raining. With gentle patience the crystal drops from heaven caress the earth, having an intimate affaire with nature, right in front of my own eyes. I look at the mountains and see the mist slowly embracing its peaks. It is so quiet. Through the sounds of the falling rain I can hear the mountains call with mysterious innuendo of ancient promise and wisdom. As I am standing here I wonder what mystery it keeps imprisoned in its rocks and how much age old wisdom there is to be found at its feet. How shall I ever know?
The journey of my soul takes me through a forest of mist-glowing trees and tranquility, leaving a trail of inner delight. I hear the whispering seduction between the wind and the trees. I feel like an intruder in a secret love-affaire. As I enter into the secrets of the woods, I am captivted by the thoughts of my own being. It is an erruption of longing to be here forever and time to come. I have the desire to get woven into its branches and become unsperably one, which I guess I already have.