Saturday, April 11, 2009

The day before Easter

The heavens shook out their skirts and rain, thunder and lightning fell, succumbing everything both great and small to its incessant pellets. If I were on my way home instead of my way out, I would have closed my eyes, faced the skies, stood under the downpour and let time pass me by. In the rare chances I have to get completely sloshed by the rain, I find that for the most fleeting moment, I glimpse what it should be like to surrender to a washing.

That I may be as white as snow.

No comments: