Scoobers's blog: "Believe"

I wasn't sure how to start ...I stared for awhile at the very notes that inspired this blog....the wonderment behind it...like I had forgot that I had ever written anything. I don't remember... I formatted my computer...just too much wrong and while searching through my files for various backups...I found hand wqritten notes. Some were aged...yellow and torn and somewhat fragile others looked newer and more sincere. I stopped to read the words and soak in there essence. When had such emotion ever found it's way through me. Who was the person I was writting about. Of course I knew but denial is often easier then trying to face something you convinced yourself would never take a hold of you again. Notes of hopes and dreams and sometimes just the weather and how it brought me to you...well her. and I wondered why i never gave them to her...would it have made a Difference....would my life be different now...could it be? I don't feel the need to ramble. I only feel the need to pass on a thought...just say it, do it, hand it to them, make a difference. Regret is never worth the wonder.

So it IS Rain seems symbolic though most who feel it's gentle weeping touch would simple say...."it is what it is" and probably even say in a joint of laughter "it's wet". I for one get the message see it's torn picture amongst the scale of human emotion and understand that rain isn't always rain. Days have pas since I left my place of work ...since the doctors called....since they found the very dark spot on my mothers lung...and watched one of her two leafs of life collapse. I understand the rain..... If you know me ...I would never ask unless I needed to....but I do....pray....pray like you've never prayed before....and give me just a few more moments....to enjoy....to understand...to learn Always, Loot