musings and whatnots

i could smell the scent of rain through the wet breeze coming from the window screen.

it is going to rain in a while. i am sure of it.

if thoughts were easily sifted from the tangles of wants and needs and mere musings of nothingness, like the coming of rain could be easily predicted from the gray clouds and the sharp hint of cold, it would probably be easier to bear with the consequences that the storm would bring. rather than shooting our way out of things without any presence of hesitation to step back. out of situations. out of choices. like going through a typhoon with only an umbrella clasped in both hands, knowing the howling wind would pull us from our tracks, or push us further.