Thursday, June 28, 2012
I chose to go walk by the park lake in the thunder and rain. It was a solitary walk, save for the fish jumping, a Nuthatch, Robin and two I know not their names. At times only the curtain of rain then a quick change to the steam of the heated earth. I walked in the silence of a heart unheard. The thunder echoing the plea'd pain beating within. For some reason I sat upon the grass and knew the touch of rain upon the earth. A leaf hitched a ride on a raindrop and landed on my arm. A gentle touch. A whisper without words. I knew my heart was not alone in her plea'd pain. And the thunder rolled.