July 11, 2005

Raindrops

It has rained a little and the clothesline is a necklace strung with shimmeing droplets. I am smiling because I know that when I step out and flick my forefinger against the clothesline, the droplets will all fall to the ground at the same time, and will create - for a moment - a curtain of diamonds.

And who knows, tomorrow it might just rain again!

7 comments:

Anonymous said...

clouds clouds everywhere...not a single drop of rain this part of the town!!

bips

Rash said...

loved this :)

Red Inked said...

I like the way you write. I wish I could write such long sentences and still convey my point so clearly.
Keep up the good work... are you in journalism?
-Nish
BTW: You are on my "Blogs I visit" list.

Joker said...

i love your imagery!!!! HUGS!

Anonymous said...

very beautifully written :)
like the way you write.. love the way you think..

Shilpa.

First Rain said...

The rains washed concrete columns seem fresh and soft. Almost as if the walls could breathe in the intoxicating air.

The images you paint...

kaaju katli said...

Hi Inkspillz,
Came in to your blog from the Shakespeare and Co page. Love the way you write :) Okay to add you to my list?