Rain in Mexico (full version)
Beto ‘Riginale
Never thought I would enjoy rain after growing up near San Francisco foggy summers and dreary, overcast winters followed by Santa Barbara, more of the same winters in Munich fresh snow, beautiful I admit but the rest, more grey and dreariness surrounded by grey stone and concrete buildings the Foothills, slippery, slimy red mud, never washing away the red dust of summer Portland then Corvallis drizzle, drizzle, drizzle fine if you are a frog or moss then Mexico, Tierra Seca dusty, powdery, dingy. But the appearance of dark clouds large drops like water balloons without warning fall from the heavens thunder, lightning, rain sudden, unexpected, scary like those storms as a child in the Sierras cleansing, washing away the dust, the dryness, the grey watching by lightning’s light as the roses in the garden outside my window lift their heads in thirst basking, bathing, drinking in the life-giving water their colors, the colors of Mexico, vibrant, cleansed of the powdery grey Rain in Mexico cleansing my Soul washing away loneliness and sorrow errors experienced and made Reviving my joy for Life
Beto ‘Riginale
1 May 2018