Tracking raindrops

I remember when I was a child and I would sit in the back seat of the car on a long drive. And I would watch the raindrops track across the side window.

Alexander

Sep 06, 2024

Transcript

The following is a little game I play once in a while. It is what I do when I want writing to be fun. I just start from some thoughts and words that feel good.. and then see what arises from there. So bare with me through the unusual opening, and lets see if we uncover something meaningful.

Tracking raindrops

Surely. Wishful. Soft. Tangerine. Singing. Frogling. Grasch (yes that is grass pronounced with a wind-through-the-tall-grass-schhh). Ah and the rain against the window.

I remember when I was a child and I would sit in the back seat of the car on a long drive. And I would watch the raindrops track across the side window. Drops rushed by the wind, merging and leaving irregular trails, quickly pulled apart into new smaller drops. Drops hanging on for just a moment, 'til eaten again.

I could watch this ever changing scene for a long time. Ahhh that thing that I knew.. I knew it so well back then. We used to call it... boredom.

close-up photo of vehicle window — Photo by Lawless Capture on Unsplash

And the child is proud and gleeful for he learnt a language well. And now he could finally use it to say cheeky things. And he could play with the words; weave and surprise. He could make new things just with a short song of his bright voice. It cut through the gray tapping of the rain. Like a ray.

I am a ray in the rain.
I can play posh and vain.
I am holding the rein.
I can be small as a grain.
Even smaller than a stain.
But I play big and bright.
I let my words be light.
And I open my chest.
And it tears my tiny vest.

And then I say with all of the resonance of all of my tiny chubby appearance.

I want ice-cream! Put on the tape with the songs again! I'm bored! I need to pee! He hit me!

Secretly, in every syllable, is the light of my will and my soul. And you know, I think I am here to love, and be loved.

I'm sad. Can you hug me?

And to play and laugh and wrestle

He said pooop! You are poop too!

I can do so many things with this my little big voice of light. I think I might be here to learn... how to use it well.

If you want something more, the following post is written the same way. Starting from some different sounds we end up at a completely different scene. Come along!