Rain Water @ MindSay 
Rain pours slowly down on the rusty corrugated iron sheet which serves as the roof of the school. The place is empty ecxept for one child. He is wearing the school's white polo shirt and blue shorts uniform. He sits still and he appears to be talking to himself. Outside the rain is pouring and no one hears the child scream. It is dark outside and the falling rain makes huge puddles of mud and water. The world smells wet and cold and lonely.
The child shakes and rattles and falls from his small wooden chair. The school is a one-room building and is slowly rotting. Time has ravaged and has eaten away the once vibrant soul of this structure. It lies on a large abandoned field where you can gaze for miles and there's nothing to see but total flatness. There once was a time when children used to come here, when during bright sunny afternoons, the children would go out and play outside. Now, it's raining and the raindrops explode silently as they crash on the wet ground. The walls of the tiny school is lined with holes and the paint is cracking.
The ceiling has a large hole in it where you feel that you'll be sucked up into another dimension if you happen to stand below it. It also feels as if someone or something will fall down on top of you if happen to pass by underneath it. That something could have two heads and it could be very pale and cadaver-looking. And maybe it could ask you, maybe it could whisper slowly into your ear: what are you doing here? And then it could place a cold hand on your cheek.
The cement floor of the room is like a very shallow swimming pool where all the water that passed throught the holes on the roof fell and gathered. The child is wriggling, wallowing in it now and smiling, his eyes opened wide and his tongue flailing. The boy is staring at the one reading this, he is staring at you and he wants to know why are you still reading this, what do you want to know? why did you kill me? why did you kill me?
And when everyone is cold as ice
I clinch my fists and close my eyes
Imagining the world outside
But I can see that I'm not blind...
Today is a fine day indeed. I am here on the front porch organizing my thoughts into some logical order so that I can bang away at the ole laptop and place them thereupon. And in the midst of this exercise in futility, the thunder begins to rumble across the land, the rains begin to flow from the heavens, and I am in the midst of it all - the thunder, the rain and myself. A trinity of wonder on this day approaching the midpoint of this year in the Twenty-first Century...
I have always enjoyed the rain and a good storm. Back in ancient times when I was far younger and lived at a different location that had three cemeteries within a mile and a half, I would stroll the largest of the three in the rain and just listen to the sounds that surrounded me. If the rains became too strong or if lightning started to illuminate the night skies, I would duck into the entryway of one of the numerous mausoleums and sit and listen. A great deal of what has become me was formulated within cemeteries. Most people will find that a bit morbid, but it is the way my life has played out...
It is an interesting feeling to be surrounded by so many people and yet no one is home so to speak - they have all stepped out for a while. And in the midst of the rain and thunder, I am thinking about the supernatural and all the world that is beyond my senses. I am agnostic when it comes to spirits of the departed; I cannot believe that they do not exist, and yet I have no proof that they do. So many bodies that surrounded me, and yet nobody was home...
It's a great day to sit and watch the rain as it falls gently upon the parched earth. The grass that is in my line of sight varies from a tan to deep dark green, but the trees brilliant green for they are lacking water to an extent for there are a vast number of underground springs that bubble to the surface in this part of the world. I wonder if any of this water has been down there since the last Ice Age when this land was covered by a mountain of ice?
There are many such things that I wonder about as the rains are beginning to taper off and the steam rises from the asphalt that is out in front of me, rising to the heavens to begin the cycle anew. And still off in the distance I can hear the rumble of the lightning as it makes its way off to another part of this land. And the world around me smells fresh and clean, a natural clean not the artificial clean that is promised of laundry products, but a good primordial clean that reaches deep down into my soul and yanks at the fibers of my evolution...
This the Word of the AntiCrust...
Praise be ye who Read the Word for ye are Blessed amongst humans...
Howdy howdy all!
Well I am here with some photos of my time in Ole Mississippi. Now the minute I stepped to the door my aunt greeted me with a pail full of peas to shell! WTF?! Uh this supposed to be a party weekend! Of course I did it! 
and after that I helped finish the canning! These are fig preserves. I ate them everyday as a kid with homemade biscuits and never complained but canning these suckers made me wanna complain because everyone else was outside huggin and fellowshippin'!
This next one is of the dirt road that leads to the creek we used to swim in every summer. It is actually kind of a long way to walk now that I think of it but it doesnt feel that way when we walk it. Of course we are walkers by nature and didnt realize how far it actually was until a friend one of the cousins brought commented that this was easily a 5 mile trek. Go figure. We used to walk it barefoot! LOL
Now here is the view as we round the assorted yards and make our way down to cross the pasture you see in the picture. We used to run and jump on top of the hay bales and ride a tractor through it when we were kids, now the youngsters do much of the same...nice!
So Very Pretty!!
Here is the creek. Now this water used to reach pretty high, and as a matter of fact I nearly drowned a couple of times in this bad boy when it was at its finest. Now even the smallest of the kiddies could stand up in the water.
Of course it rained briefly but the sun was still shining so the Devil was Beating his wife.... 
Well that is all for now...how about some poetry...here goes...
Before The Rain
WE knew it would rain, for all the morn
A spirit on slender ropes of mist
Was lowering its golden buckets down
Into the vapory amethyst.
Of marshes and swamps and dismal fens--
Scooping the dew that lay in the flowers,
Dipping the jewels out of the sea,
To sprinkle them over the land in showers.
We knew it would rain, for the poplars showed
The white of their leaves, the amber grain
Shrunk in the wind--and the lightning now
Is tangled in tremulous skeins of rain! --Thomas Bailey Aldrich
Goddess Bless