The rain falls slow...

Pink Floyd has the best lyrics ever. It goes so well with their vocals. Dreamy... puts me in a creative mood right away...

This particular one was kick started by Poles Apart, from The Division Bell... and like all inspirations, the role that this has played is shrouded under layers and layers of conscious thought...

[Note: The layers of conscious thought are peeled away ;) The words below sound better when set to the tune of the song mentioned above.]

The rain falls slow,
We don't realize who we've become
The beads are light,
Skim the surface, there's nowhere to run

Slowly and surely now,
The grime and dirt come loose,
The anger gives way to love
We can see the truth, again......

The rain falls slow,
We can feel the soft, heavy beads
They sparkle and glow,
The beauty of life is back, one more

Why did we get this way,
What have we done in a fit of rage
Why do we need the rain to stay,
What have we killed that can never come back....

But the rain falls free
And all our worries, aren't meant to be
The rain falls fast
In this moment of rapture, we realize
This is what we were born to be
This is what we were born to be
As the rain falls free.

Well.. i dunno why i wrote all that. I believe the Rain is a watershed of emotion, when something that we've built up for so long breaks loose, a small trickle at first, then a proper flood. It washes away the barriers we've put up for ourselves, designed to hide what we believe from us and everyone else. So by agreeing to 'feel' once again, we can live life on our terms, deal with whatever comes, and just enjoy the emotions washing over us.

I have absolutely no idea what prompted me to say something so perfectly removed form the quaint and unassuming life that I lead. Either the four walls of my home encourage creative tthought, or I was a hippie in my previous birth.

Don't worry, be happy. Peace :)