So it's raining and I'd just like to compose a love poem to my dearest friend, the rain. I'll call it... The Rain.
THE RAIN
Sometimes you sneak in the night, and wake me in my sleep
Thunderous, fierce, and angry
Though not often do you show your face in this barren wasteland.
But when you do, I cannot help but smile and smile and sigh
Because, I love thee, clouds and wind and water droplets small
or large, I have no preference, really.
So take your time and linger a while,
I'll enjoy you while I can
And when you leave I'll wait eagerly for that time when again
You'll wake me in my sleep.
So that's my poem that doesn't really do the rain justice. Because I made it up in 3 minutes. That's alright.
They're moving Macey to another hospital today. That's a good thing. Rainy days are the Happy Days and that's all I have to say.