Feel the rain, how it dances on your head, like ideas that are tickling in your brain.
Have you ever thought about where all your grand ideas comes from? All those crazy, loveable, cute, nice, philosophical thoughts. Its like somebody has a hammer and knocks stuff into your skull, really making sure that the messages get through. Sometimes my heart flows over and I just have to write; those moments are precious to me, like rain that gives water to the earth and give life to all living things. I take a sip of my tea and philosophize over the Life’s big questions; who are we? what is our purpose? where do we go from here? will the next generation experience peace on earth?
I look out the window and rain is pouring down; I listen at the drops as they fall, making this soothing, drumming sound. I take another sip of my tea while I am thinking, but then a big fluffy tail curls around my knee, and my cat jumps right up onto my lap. I know then that my writing is done for today, and the big questions will have to wait until tomorrow. ‘Cause this cat wants all my attention, and the tiny grey ones in my head are due for a well-earned break.