Tag: in rains

  sometimes when it rains, we go out of space and time, we dream freely like babies in the comfort of their mothers’ arms; we believe again, we traverse the thin lines of our memories, joyous as lost chicks reunited with mother hens   when it rains, we hear the world in pleasant cosmic reverberations; when it rains, we are so cold wildfires become our friends, clothing us against icing like hopeless creepers on sturdy…