It's Raining

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I like it sweet and thoughtful,

 I like it,

 I like it...

 And maybe every week,

 I could like it and not be too greedy to like it every day,

 I think you'd like it better that way...

 anyway...

 But I tend to be kind of selfish,

 and want to hold on too long,

 I tend to be a bit irrational,

 and justify what is wrong.

 I'd like to listen to the sound of the rain,

 and not focus on any other thing,

 I'd like that...

 I'd like that...

 But then you wouldn't have any way of knowing that what I'm focusing on is you,

 and I can't have that...

 I can't have that....


It's Saturday and it's raining.

It's put a quiet in my heart that I welcome and I can write a few words and listen to a few songs and I can forget all of the things that I should be doing...

At least for a small window of time.

I took a look at my blog list today... the sheer number startles me, and perhaps that there are 91 posts I have yet to finish... or have yet to want to share with cyberspace, lest I become a Congresswoman and these 91 drafts need be kept safe.





91 drafts that are just for me...

just for now...

maybe.

They are thoughts, musings, poems and scribbles that mean little to the world at large, but are largely the world to me.

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