Saturday, April 22, 2006
the rain
Missed it.
Missy can’t stand it.
Missing the point.
It is contemplative
It is relaxing.
It is re-birth.
I like when it stays at least an entire day.
Weekends are of course better.
All Saturday being the best.
I love when people hate it.
It makes me like it more.
If it could think, it would think of me as a friend.
It will go.
And it will come.
Without it, puddles and I lack depth.