captivating art by William Davis...
on rainy afternoons...one step towards the beach where fresh water touches your tired skin as the clouds let out to cry and unburden their sorrows with each drop of rain falling from the sky. one by one and then in a flash like a sad symphony these clear crystals that wash up dirty pavements and cleanse our hearts. this fresh liquid taken by the grass to be revived, as if it is a saviour to brighten up spent gardens that are ready to die, giving them one more time to spark before the cold winter will swallow them away and turn them into a white, cold and barren wasted land. raindrops, rain dew, ice crystals then snow...all are water in different shapes, cycles, and in different forms hidden from us...but the best is the rain falling out from the sky, the rain that refreshes our hearts one more time until another heartache will come...or maybe not...until another thunder and another lightning will come our way bringing rain to us one more time...a cycle that rolls and repeats until the end which is death...but in the meantime... let's catch the rain, enjoy it and play with it while we can. for time is precious, time will pass and so with the beauty of the rain, it will be gone...
