The struggle of the rain

I know nothing of drawing or of any other art for that matter , 

I watched as my family members draw their feelings, sang from their heart

As I pondered my thoughts and heart for my calling.

I lookout the window and I just sit there thinking, I can't draw a tree or even a sun.

As I began to give up,I thought how rain is so soothing and free flowing , it must  be its calling

 I picked the paper and wrote from my heart and a hour passed as my paper flowed with words front and back

I was so happy I wanted to write book full of my peoms, to much to my suprise I ran out of feelings even ideas that should be on paper

I soon started camping much more and it gave more to talking about

With soothing nature it held, it was my relaxation trigger

None other could compare I finally found mine, thanks to rain it helped me free flow my emotion