Half Empty

It began in little droplets at first,


purifying the atmoshpere and quenching the thirst,


until it began picking up the pace:


thundering down in sheets and vacating the place.


Sitting there alone brought a wave of satisfaction;


no judgemental human to criticize my reaction,


as I watched tears fall from the windows' face:


reminding me of my mood...all of my disgrace.


And with each deep growl of thunder,


came creeping thoughts to make me wonder


how living should not be a chore,


but how life should be much more.



My emotional up-chuck.

Jojo OW