Do you like the rain?
It comes pouring down
And I am fascinated with it
And how it makes things grow and green.
But at the same time
It makes me tired
And the only thing I want to do
Is watch the rain pour down
And the unpredictable turns of the water
As it rushes down the street
Carrying leaves and litter along
Until they reach an obstacle
Where they will pile
Until the other forces of nature,
Later displace them.
Also there was a massive exodus of worms
And they were blorping down the drive
And I had to hop around through them
Just to check the mailbox
Because I didn’t want to squish any.
I have so many thoughts
That it almost seems impossible.
Like they might leave
And I might never get them back.
But you know what?
Thoughts are kind of like sticks,
In the river.
You might throw one in there
And it might disappear for a while,
And it will either get pushed back to you-
And you’ll pick it up and go,
“Oh yeah! There you are!”
Or it might go downriver a little bit,
And go on a merry little adventure
(as sticks tend to do)
And show up for someone else.
THAT person can pick it up and say
“Well here is a great stick,
I will do something interesting with this.”
So you see,
If you don’t wind up using it,
Someone else will.
And that’s fine.
But if you like it a lot,
You may want to hang on to it.
That is that.