umbrella search initiation
life-blood to the corn
crashing upon my head, a waterfall I stand beneath
reunion of sea and sky
crying of the spirits
clouds bent down low
rhythm and rhyme on the window
Some people view the rain as a nuisance. Others praise it as a blessing. To some, the rain is a symbol of sorrow and mourning. Still others love the peaceful music it brings. Will we ever know all that the rain is?
Recognizing the facets and aspects of life arms writers and poets to reconstruct reality into something artistic. My lecture notes last semester say that scientific writing is aimed at making sense of life while artistic works seek to rearrange pieces of it in creative ways. So, could you say that art is then opportunity?