Rain

As it pours down outside,

and I sit here going type, type, type,

so many thoughts fill my head.

Perhaps as many as there are

drops of water from the sky.

About today and tomorrow,

about this and that.

And I wonder,

will I be able to collect my thoughts,

and sit down for one evening

that I can give to just myself?

When nobody else will awake me,

and when I can be myself,

without the world's opinion and knowing.

A place where I can blanket myself

with my own two arms,

and cuddle up, and forget

about everything I know.

And all of this

lulls me into sleep,

and my thoughts are washed away.

The rain pours on.