Washes Away

something always intrigues me about the rain. I can't explain it really, its more of a sense of passion and anger, a cleanser and muddier of the world. some days i even hope for rain, hope it pours down and washes everything away, makes everything a mess, dirty...

dirty running shows..

puddles..

desire to dance..

or run..

or hide..

all of them..

green, brown, gray?

new.. old..both?

candels,

fires,

showers..

funny how we stand under our own rain to wash the real stuff away

hu..

now i want to be it

part of it

wash away with it

to the puddles

to the streams

to the earth

hard, pounding, splash

dirty running shoes

dripping hair

raccoon mascara eyes

cold

ahh the rain