tears drops in rainy day

by walterdoege

and yesterday some tears drops on my face slowing arrived…it’s good…and tears drops were also the rain drops falling on me when I walked a little path on the street…after my piano class…the drops on my face were my tears and the rain drops…emotion, sentiment, remembrances…so, I go to the shopping…walked a little…feel the people…feel the families…feel me with them…reached the restaurant…for restauration of myself…talk a little with the persons…ask for my dinner without a word…I am a loyal client…and enjoyed some instants of peace and rest…some tears drops again, the rainy drops in the window…and some wisdom from no thinking most than needed…I guess that from any tears drop a star was born in sky…thunders, tempest night of a winter season…I like the winter, I can go always to a sheltter…and to home…praying for those that live on the streets in these dangerous cities, as I feel me like them sometimes, keep on living in despite of all…so wondeful is the human audacity and courage…in despite of all…I care the world, but not alone…people is the world…so courageous people