Silent Rain, Noisy Rain
How do I begin? I don't know where to begin. This is a semi colon of my beginning. I sit on my chair, whittling at a computer screen. Out the window is sweet, misty rain, the water rippling down toward our house gutters. Silent rain, noisy rain. The mango tree besides got black with rain. And where are the birds, I wonder. I rarely see a dead bird around when it rains. It's like faith. Because you trust. You know things are going to be just fine.