rain... i love rain, reminds me of being a kid in lahore as if it were yesterday, never thought i'd grow up one day, let alone in nyc, i guess it's transitional, if it were up to me i'd never grow up, it's a strange phase, i know that i must select a mate(noun), and mate(verb), i guess we all have the same hormonal urges, a companion maybe, ever since as a kid, i've always wished for rain on my wedding day, my people were grateful to the earth and to water, that it would feed them through the year, and maybe a little extra this time, my soul is in those wet fields, feet sunk in the mud half up to the knees, dawn to dusk, all my fore fathers have looked up to rain from the sky to save their harvest, rain is what has made me possible, margaret atwood once remarked, wordsworth was sort of right when he said, poets in their youth begin in gladness, but thereof comes in the end despondency and madness, except that is sometimes poets skip the gladness and go straight to the despondency, why is that? part of it is the conditions under which poets work - giving all, receiving little in return from an age that by and large ignores them - and part of it is cultural expectation, the lunatic the lover and the poet, says shakespeare, and notice which comes first, me a malcontented poet, i subsist on yoghurt and orange juice, sometimes i look at people and wonder what happened here, but i too am tragically flawed in posh isolation, my work like me tends toward hormonal lyricism, and chronicle a string of meaningless veggie burgers that leave me feeling empty, so far my search for a mate has led me back to a search for myself, i am decadent and a hedonist, the carnal is just as appetizing as the spiritual, sometimes more, as a kid i would fly kites for hours, it was a strange bond, between me and the kite, kinda like fishing or meditation i guess, you're holding a line, you're holding a prayer, for what i don't know, but you're holding, maybe it signifies hope, and dreams, maybe farmers would write their prayers on those kites, and fly them high, daughter is getting married, we could really use that little extra this year, ...