Click here to go Home or here to go to Humdinger Literary E-zine...   Gotas–De–Lluvia (Raindrops) By Robert Prives     While lying in bed listening to the Raindrops, my mind danced with the beat of the raindrops; as the thunder pounded with my heart, I drifted into a deep sleep and my sequences of dreams began: My first dream began with me as a lost puppy out in the rain trying to find my owner and searching through the darkness with no luck, I was soaked and wet and very hungry as I sat by a tree trying to find a little shelter from the rain; I shook as the rain and the cold took control! Just then I heard a faint whistle and heard here boy, here boy. My tail wiggled—yes it was my master coming to save her lost little puppy. I gave my puppy cry and! I was soon wrapped in a warm towel and treated to something good to eat and put on a nice warm bed and was soon yawning, stretching my paws with a belly full of food. My second dream began with me as an old woman in the rain and cold with no place to go! OR call home. As I pushed my shopping cart with all my belongings down the road, I found myself under the freeway with a little shelter in the rain. I lit a small fire and tried to stay warm when I heard the voice of an old man asking me if he could sit and get a little warm; we sat and drank a little wine from his bottle and shared a smoke and talked about how life used to be … but now were free to do as we pleased and did not want it any other way! My third dream began with me as a boy in a small house with my two sisters and my mother sharing a can of soup; as we sat there in the candlelight listening to the raindrops, I thought that maybe one day I would own my home and my mother and sister would not live in the dark. While we sat in the dark huddle up trying to stay warm, I heard the silent cries as tears rolled down my mother’s cheek, so I got up and went outside and looked up at all the raindrops until I was completely soaked; then I heard my mother’s voice telling me to come inside out of the rain. My fourth dream began with me as a bird flying south for the winter, flying in formation—what a beautiful sight, but halfway through our journey the rain began. The clouds grew dark and the rain got stronger. I lost sight of the formation and my wings got tired. I heard the cries of other birds and when I flew toward the cries I heard a bang, bang? and felt a sharp pain; I glided as far as I could and ended up in a pool of water surrounded by a fence. I heard a child saying, mama, mama come and see—it’s a bird in the swimming pool. When the people came closer, I was scared as could be, but the pain kept me from getting away; the next thing that happened was I was taken out of the pool to a warm house. I heard the child say, he is hurt—look at the blood; with the sounds of tears I heard the child say, mama what are we going to do? My fifth dream began with me as the King of a nation of rainbow colored people; when I stared out my castle window, I saw the sky get dark and I knew soon that rain would be here, but being different from most, I loved the rain. I watched as people in my kingdom hurried inside and the market places closed down and the streets became deserted. While staring out my window, I listened to the raindrops play a melody that could never be duplicated by any musician. The raindrops sang to me about being the best king ever and to love all throughout my kingdom and beyond. The raindrops said, take the poor and feed them, take the sick and try to heal them, take the orphan children and let them call you father and put shelter over their heads, and take the hands of single mothers and give them homes in your kingdom. I felt a hand on my shoulder; it was my beloved queen as we stared out the window together and waited for the rain to stop, so we could see the Rainbow over my peaceful Kingdom!     © Copyright, Robert P rives     Click the link above to read what will amuse, frighten, amaze and delight you.     It’s Free, offers inspiration and advice others charge money to deliver, provides resources and links and reminds you that you’re a Writer. Subscribe to Jack of Genre, Humdinger’s monthly e-zine by clicking the above link.   The above link will take you to the idiosyncrasies, eccentricities, and delightful weirdness of Humdinger’s unpretentious writers. A laugh, a giggle, a guffaw!   Click the box above to visit a strange new world, where Chris Goebel, editor of Humdinger Literary E-zine, shares tremendous mistakes, clumsiness, as well as—fortunately, useful writing tips, advice and links.