Holy Friday

Ooh the rain....
it´s stranger
being now on holy friday
I´m really alone today; all people in world planned a weekend trip. Some of us are really close to the statistic of deads for car accidents; i hope my family stay safe this year.
There are only this new drops of rain and me knowing us each other;
a new sensation, cause a new smell, feeling, city, it´s no more the damp earth smell of my country when it´s raining. Now it´s like a yellow flavor, a very lightweight but big drops falling over my shoulders, with a stranger and very high air.
The leaves of this unknown trees are falling violently to the floor, and i have had to run cause the opened windows of my department.
My family have to be asking themselves what would i be doing right now, making some scene or image on mind about me...........cause now i´m really imagining them in our tiny cottage surrounded by the pine forest........"It´s a familiar day".....
BeaR always says there must be some kind of telepathy between people. In this moment i really feel connected to mine.