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.

Comments

bluevamp

My emotional up-chuck.

Jojo OW

fabulous.