i know what you're thinking, baby, why aren't you listening?

The raindrops pound softly on every surface it touches. Colours, smells, and feelings are intensified and solidified, darkened, like the rich, damp earth, calling forth life in the form of exposed bleach-white roots - immeasurable, infinite and copious. The echo of footsteps fades into oblivion as one leaves unruffled concrete behind, onto the warm humus we go, rudimentary and imperfect, but always an adventure.

the rain always puts me in a thinking mood (: