Rain feels deeply spiritual to me.
By definition, it is a 'force of nature'. But it feels like so much more.
In this 'Raindrops and Glass' wall art print you can see the mingling of rain and glass and light.
It feels as though all three decided to get together and have a party!
Slipping and sliding across dance floors that don't exist, and never have.
Riding on moonbeams of light to find nothing more then the truth; that we all turn back in on ourselves to find the truth of who we are.
Colours of one kind or another.
A constant flow through the prisms of ourselves, our circumstances and the company we keep.
Nothing so much as refractions of truth and lies.
Colours here and now.
Then changed and gone forever.
As Dylan Thomas said....
Do not go gentle into that good night
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
