29 Days of Expressing Your Inner Child Day 11: Little Rain Drops by Jancel Lotus Libertad Vázquez When I was little little I would look out the window when it rained. On the corner of 179th, my little little self would sit on the window sill, looking out, the 4 train splashing by... How mesmerized was I in the quiet of night by little rain drops. How I wished hard to be just one rain drop. Then, I could be free, joining the other blue grey drops. A tear or two I held inside; always holding everything in with eyes wide open in awe. Moments like this gave me peace, washed me peaceful On rainy nights in The Bronx I did not want to be a model, princess or superShero I just wanted to be a little rain drop, merging with other little littles that wanted that magic freedom of eternal movement from a drop on concrete that merges into rivers, oceans, and lakes; rising above, evaporated into clouds, invisible mist staring at the stars, pregnant in clouds singing sweet lullabies to little littles that yearn for freedom as they go into a trance wishing on rain drops on their window pane.
Posted on: Mon, 11 Nov 2013 22:01:13 +0000
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