When it rains it pours, right?
Well, it’s constantly raining on my corner for the last three years now and I don’t see any sign of it letting up soon. It’s getting worse in fact that I’m not only beginning to question my faith along with everything else, it is also in serious danger of being carried away by the continues flooding.
Don’t get me wrong, I do know how to dance in the rain. In fact, I’m doing it whole my life already. I even wrote an article about it here. But you see dancing (in the rain or not) is not the same thing when you’re few hours away from twilight. You cannot compare it with your disco days when your bones and outlook were still so fresh you can smell the flowers on a pile of dung and can party the whole night through.
Too much dancing in the rain lately and here I am… nursing a week of flu with ear infection plus a good dose of pneumonia, literally. Sometimes, I just want to do some unspeakable deeds to certain people especially when I have too much time in my hands bunch up in the sofa watching the news and seeing what’s happening out there… asking myself: what’s the grand plan on that? Works in mysterious ways my a$$!
So hard to get into a positive mind frame lately, peep talking myself feels like I’m some kind of a fraud trying to deceive myself. I know all about silver lining all the way down to John Milton’s Comus:
“Was I deceiv’d, or did a sable cloud
Turn forth her silver lining on the night?”
A hopeful or comforting prospect in the midst of difficulty indeed! If that silver lining will not be here soon, there will be nothing to shine on but a bag of dry old bones…
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