and_the_rain_spoke monadh of old memories and the wind cried of freedom the leaves played on their way drifting in those autumn days I knew my friend with ocean eyes and an endless farewell 010403 ... User24 nice. 030904 ... imposter To me. It told me "You are the rain." But, then again, I always knew that. Breathe deeply of this sweet summer asphalt, the wetness of love may not come again for a long time. 030904 ... oldephebe imposter - i thought you said your writing couldn't be cast against the candeled flame of wind bags like me and the rest of your blather poets - i thought your evocations were excellent (the term windbag refers only to oldephebe there is no implicit or otherwise aspersion cast or used to characterize any other blather poet and or writer - see? me - an indefagitable windbag) OK and monadh - brilliant! ... 030904 what's it to you? who go blather from