Wet wet wet

Thoughts in my head, not clear yet, seem like the rain on ink written pages before I can get then in order, the words merge into each other and flow way. They have something to do with the sounds of the rain like pitter patter or bhigi bhigi or goshgoshean. One can almost hear what each word is conveying just by virtue of being.

I watch the road ahead of me, and allow the rain drops to get the view from the windshield completely distorted until the wiper on slowest speed comes and clears it. The uncertainly of what could lay ahead as I drive sometimes almost like a bind mouse has a charm that I know comes with risks and that's probably what makes this little exercise even more enjoyable...