Paradoxes

Remember how I said I miss the sun. Well - its sunny now. To step out and feel the warmth of the sun on you. To step into the shade a feel the cool. Blue skies without a speck of white, let alone the grey.

Its raining at home. Pouring I am told. And I yearn to be there when the rain lashes out mercilessly. To feel every drop pierce my skin and soul. Where the wind dances wildly around the trees to the tune of the weeping skies. To dissolve into the water and fall drop by drop on the soft earth.

And I would spring again with everything that comes to life after the rains. I would bask in the glorious sun. Kiss the cool winds and wait again for the rains to come and wash me away.