As I left them, their heads were once again absorbed behind the cards. Their past unseen through words, but their eyes reflect age beyond their years. The rain continues to fall. It was as if I stepped into a rainy dream that quickly comes and goes, but leaves images that shape the mind to new thoughts. And you know rain never washes anything away.
Rain nourishes survival in the earth with growing and understanding as in all things.
And tomorrow It may be rain or sunshine. War or peace. Sadness or happiness. For each day, the health and truth of the world can be held most honestly in the essence of a child s eyes. She has hosted and written for local television shows and commercials.