What are your hidden desires?
What part of you feels the rain when it falls?
Have you found the resting place of larks and sparrows?

this morning I woke up to a brewing storm...not a metaphorical one, but a real one. summer in the tropics seems to be over. it made everyone sick! a recipe for disaster when there are deadlines, but in funky paradise, it's the ultimate opportunity to open things up to the unexpected...
the happy accidents are pouring in....
like you cannot imagine! so I say, let it rain!