Rain

In honor of the weather...

Rain
Falls from the sky
Fresh on my skin
Kisses my face
I drag myself up
Weary I walk
Guided by grace
There in the darkness
A flicker of light
Leading me onward
Over the moors
To a road
A road winding slow
That leads to a house
A house that I know

I do like rain. There's something about the sound of rain that is refreshing and peaceful. Would rain sound the same if it was red or hot pink or lime green? I don't think so. In answer to the statement "A rose by another name would smell as sweet," Anne replied "A rose just wouldn't smell as sweet if it was a thistle or a skunkcabbage."

In other news, I have a cold. The sneezing, runny nose, apply Vaseline kind of cold, like the one I had when we were in England. I suppose that accounts for why meeting Michael was rather surreal. I remember waking up that second morning in York and realizing how absolutely crummy I was. I used up all of Heidi's Kleenex supply. Thank you, Heidi. I made a little stop at Boots and picked up some pills after I exhausted Lissa's stash. That was shortly before we got the tickets for the Vivaldi concert at St.Martin's. *sigh*
I should go before I really depress myself. I'm wondering if I should maybe take something to help me sleep.
Did you know that if you are under 21, you can't buy NON-ALCOHOLIC wine, but you can buy Nyquil, which has more alcohol?
I love America.
*grins*