Rain Falls
I live on an island where the weather's voice is my constant companion:
The uncertainty of sky, the moving cloud, the changing wave of air, of sea.
On this morning, rain falls. Drops patter with the song of birds before they sink into the suckling earth.
Rain, like the artist, is defined by its falling.
In Search of Trust
Despite its scarcity I seek trust every day.
Trust requires the wish to be close, if only for a moment.
I trust when my hope in someone's honesty crosses the line of my shield of doubt and safety. I trust when understood, or in the hope I may be. I trust when I have not gathered enough to know for sure.
In trust I find my better self, but trust is far from easy to find, and far from easy to build.
I ponder on the word 'beside': by the side of; close to; overcome; apart from; as well as.
At times I think of myself as more the rain, as melancholic, but there are times I also feel to be the sun. Perhaps we are all at some point the rain that falls and nourishes another, and at others, the warmth that supports and loves. Beside the Rain, The Sun...
William Shakespeare
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Think This Today is the creation of Mike de Sousa, an artist, writer, and composer.