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.