Out
Out In and out, in and out. Are you in, or are you out? A blunt question, to which my answer is out. Out of what, you may ask. In and out of the rain, is my answer. Today the rain is a steady sheet, an open faucet which we can't shut off. The green and greenery is happy, soaking up the sustenance. The question is can we sustain so much rain? The answer is yes. The rain will flood the water tables and overflow the embankments of the canal near my house. The rain may make cracks in the concrete, the asphalt not used to its pores overpouring. This might cause the streets to become rivulets that cars can float on. But in some days the sun will dry out the massive water. And over time–perhaps during the summer when the world is dry–we will forget nature's outburst. Today my fast footsteps took stride under the showers. I bended to them, smiling at the sprinkling because I was in it, part of it, and glad to be outside. I was in, you could say, in the way I wanted to be. But I fou...