The best thing one can do when it's raining is to let it rain.
- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
...if it doesn't come to you, anyone with an affinity for the outdoors would tell you, it is imminent that one goes and gets it, before (literally) the tide turns, and loses it forever...
...a pair of rain parched lapwings were very reluctant to let go of the rain laden grass, on on this felt they even dared to outrun the human opponent before bluffing with short flights... for comfort is a universal prize in the animal kingdom...
...and we rolled together across the grass, letting the droplets tickle the feet, running for no reason, being stealth for that one glimpse...
...one can only feel the frustration of a seasonal bridge as the monsoons set in... yet so near and yet do far...
... and 'tis not so different for that boat in the corner...
...and uttorda beach lies mellow in the morn, nothing similar to the tequilas the night before, true that one, nature always has the antidote...
...for that wave, i tell thee, that wave, washes all of that away, from the profit charts to the other paucity of life...
and the dragonfly just has its morning dose of the 'veni, vidi, vacate'...
... an afternoon cramped up on conference halls, and 'tis the scramble back to the beach again for the twilight respite...
...and the palms sway telling of the rain to arrive...
... and if you walk hard enough, there is always a goodnight shack for a goodmorning boat...