9 May 2012
Standing in the drizzle, waiting for the dog to go. Time slows down to the speed of the rain.
Torrential rain, and everyone rushes around. Drizzle and people drift around.
What is it about this mist like moisture that causes us to pause.
Even the train that usually roars past, seemed to slip past, gliding on. Silent . Bested by mist.
I think it's the lack of noise. Drizzle just sits there, absorbing sound. It doesn't even give us anything back. No patter, no slosh. It's the quiet assassin we dread.
Rain drives down- determined to deliver its wetness to the ground. It will attack you.
Drizzle says, I'm here come and find me, I'll envelop you.
Drizzle takes an attitude that's says i will bear you.
Rain says I'll best you.
We all like to see our foe. The loud shout. We see what is coming, we can Avoid it. Somehow the quiet voice seems to be less attractive
However deep down we all want to hear.
With that in mind. Stop. Listen .
See what the quiet voice is saying
The quiet slow drizzly place it's where your voice is
Drizzle • Opuss № I