in a way, it rained today,
it poured down, through the pipes, the drains, the gray, bare trees,
in a way, it rained,
i saw her there,
she didn't see me,
i smiled,
she looked away,
pretending not to see me
or maybe she didn't see me.
the innocent whispered conversations,
the shy smiles,
the sideways glances,
all mean nothing now.
they never meant anything though,
or maybe they did.
in a way, it rained today,
as i carried my heavy bags across the well-trodden ground,
and at home, it rained,
at the field, the empty field.
and as i walk down the pot-holed road,
what can i do but smile, for it doesn't matter anymore.
because in a way, a strange, sad, yet happy, fantastic way,
it rained today.
Monday, April 16, 2007
Sunday, April 01, 2007
like april rain
today was very rainy, almost depressing, because it couldn't decide how much to rain and when. there'd be some drizzling and then it'd come down, then it'd stop and just be gray. but in a way, i like that. a steady rain's too sure, too certain, but with a spritzing rain, you don't have to get soaked to enjoy it. it reminded me of england- northern england with that depressing uncertain weather.
we played our first ssc game today and drew 2-2. we played against nine men so you'd think it'd be a walkover, but no. the first half was just terrible, we couldn't string passes together and they got a goal counterattacking. second half was better- got two goals then gave one back on an uncertain decision by me (i stepped up to try to stop the ball but could only deflect it- of course it went right to the striker who buried it). but we got a point, we shouldn't be too disappointed, although our manager is ("be prepared to work harder than you've ever worked before thursday night").
driving back looked like england- lancashire. the rain was falling lightly on the car and the rolling hills were dark green and beautiful. there was this little running brook along side the road, and high up in the hills, there were these lonely mansions (the real kind). the brook passed under this railway bridge and down into the lowlands where i can sometimes see people flyfishing if i look just at the right time as we cross the bridge. then, down into far hills, they're playing cricket on the green. someone just hit a four. we turn, and there's more rolling farmland, except they're these stone farm houses, the type you'd see in france. there's just this one long road winding up to the farm and behind, the hills rise. and all the while, the rain keeps falling, like april rain should.
we played our first ssc game today and drew 2-2. we played against nine men so you'd think it'd be a walkover, but no. the first half was just terrible, we couldn't string passes together and they got a goal counterattacking. second half was better- got two goals then gave one back on an uncertain decision by me (i stepped up to try to stop the ball but could only deflect it- of course it went right to the striker who buried it). but we got a point, we shouldn't be too disappointed, although our manager is ("be prepared to work harder than you've ever worked before thursday night").
driving back looked like england- lancashire. the rain was falling lightly on the car and the rolling hills were dark green and beautiful. there was this little running brook along side the road, and high up in the hills, there were these lonely mansions (the real kind). the brook passed under this railway bridge and down into the lowlands where i can sometimes see people flyfishing if i look just at the right time as we cross the bridge. then, down into far hills, they're playing cricket on the green. someone just hit a four. we turn, and there's more rolling farmland, except they're these stone farm houses, the type you'd see in france. there's just this one long road winding up to the farm and behind, the hills rise. and all the while, the rain keeps falling, like april rain should.
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