umbrellas and elephants (9/8/08)

"growing up the rain sort of remains on the branches of the trees that will someday rule the earth. and it's good that there is rain. it clears the month of your sorry rainbow expressions and clears the streets of the silent armies...so we can dance."

i love poetic descriptions of rain because it's common to everyone. we've all seen how the rain sort of remains on the branches of the trees. and i love the description of sorry rainbow expressions. kind of like the way a little bit of rain can bring a little bit of sadness to your happy-go-luckyness. not even sadness. more reality. rain. i've heard many good descriptions of it over the years. "the clouds shedding their tears." "dropplet drummers leading a complex beat increasing speed." can't you just imagine that? a million tiny drummers all beating together. not in unison, but still together. and never constant, always increasing. "the window panes filling with tears." i love lyrics you can picture and you realize that's exactly how you've always wanted to describe it. i love the smell of rain too. actually it's the smell of potential rain; right before a rainstorm. it's such a fresh, clean smell. it's so hard to describe. i don't know why all the people who make candles try to capture it. they never get it exactly right. it's one of those smells in nature that you can never quite capture. you just have to savor and experience them while they're there and look forward to the next time they'll come. well, i guess you can't look forward to a smell. can you smell forward? i think you can. i'm smelling forward to coffee right now. and the smell of fall in the air, and that one cologne that smells so good, and the smell of fresh air. i mean real fresh air, not this chemical junk they stuff up our nostrils everyday in houston. i'm smelling forward to rain. rain that'll clear the streets of the silent armies....so we can dance.