the rain always seems to fall hardest during march, just when the bitterness of winter has ended; and the first sparks of life return to the trees. that's when it occurs. the onslaught of dull thuds echoing across the vista. it's nearly refreshing at first. that is until the new moisture seeps into your bones and turns your thoughts to mud; and the quagmire of having to navigate the bored roar of nature drains all ambition from your limbs. suddenly every dream of rising above your environment comes crashing back down in a torrential downpour of forgotten means; and retrieving any footing is lost to swirling eddies. boldness will only do then.
the first step of anticipating a fall in that slick mess often leads to a second step, and from there an entire life!