Yesterday

Was such an <i>awesome</i> Electrical Storm.
Yeah and I was swingin' to the music in a place called Vertigo!

The rains are like aftershave

Leaving a scent of midwinter mixed with a heady hues of the crazy
concoction that is autumn wind, the rain trails its own path down to my
mind.
It is soft, refreshing and reminds me of bleak and beautiful afternoons
spent with Darjeeling on a cup and a hollow notebook by my sides, chewing
on an unspent pen.

The verandah would fill with water in a personal puddle as I watched
through a CCD's eyes.
Even then the heightened sense of anticipation in the soft wind and
fluctuating temperatures temper my own mind as they do now. It is as I say,
an aftershave. All the grind and rugged jagged hills of heat that gather
sweat and dust are cleared and sweetened - though mere gathering pores now.

I love the rain.