“Tell me, Wind,”
said Rain, “you
who catches me in
your cool embrace,
what it means to wander,
to wander the world,
to want no direction.”
“Simple, Rain,”
said Wind, who
caught its breath.
“Sometimes going through
motions sans emotion
is one pilgrimage enough.”
“Now you, Rain.”
Wind sighed
after giving the trees
a rest from dancing.
“How does falling all
the time feel—when
earth is all you meet?”
“Humble, really,”
Rain replied,
shaking its head,
letting droplets fly.
“Falling can be joy-filled
if I can touch the world
before we steal away.”
“Let’s storm, then,”
Wind declared, “you
and I, and wander a while.
Maybe, Rain,
you can show me how
to touch the world
and teach me how to fall.”
Dwelling deep in the forests of New England, Graham spends most of his time reading, taking walks with his dog, and learning new and interesting things (and reveling in cooler, more temperate climates). Born and raised in the Boston area, Graham was homeschooled from an early age. After high school, he proceeded to get a bachelor’s in Literature from Patrick Henry College in Northern Virginia. He currently resides in the Boston area while pursuing a master’s in Education at Gordon College, steeping in the rich history of his home turf and a continued exploration of literature from across the world. He says you should read Alan Paton’s Cry, the Beloved Country and Chaim Potok’s The Chosen, because they are incredible novels. Also, read Robert Frost.
Wow, I really love this. It touched my heart in a unique way.
Beautiful. By giving emotions to these things of the sky, you reflected human emotions and longings. Thank you.