Sunshine and rain falls upon the grass of nearby flowering meadows.
The stillness of the wind, wildly whistles and blows like a runaway train.
Yesterdays madness stands patiently, feeling no pain.
The rain gauge is filling, while our sun hides slyly behind its shadow.
This has a strange familiarity which is impossible to place.
Gusts of faded memory blow gently into my face.
There is something eluding, deluding, evading, but then.
The craziest thing ever; today has happened again.~Jay Olson
