It is raining outside
Puddles in the park at Surry Hills
Child screaming rain. rain. rain .rain. rain. rain. It is raining outside. The child screams rain. rain. rain. rain. The child giggles. The parents giggle. They all look outside. Yes it is raining outside, she says warmly to the child. The child glows. The child has been rewarded for recognising what is. Well what is. What is. What is happening outside, out the window. It is raining. I can see it is raining. I don’t scream it out loud. But is that what I should do? Look out the window and scream it is raining, when it is raining.
Maybe. Maybe not.
Everyone knows it is raining. But no one chooses to scream it out loud. But I will soon see someone I know. What will they say straightaway, they will look at me and exclaim ‘This rain!’ I will nod and smile approvingly. I understand it is raining outside. I empathise, I am here on this earth with this person, and it is, I know it is, and they know it is. It is. It is raining outside.