Almost taken aback by the wondrous creation’s breeze,
I think of the numerous memoirs I have etched,
Filling and storing my once vacant head space,
Some moments felt like they were gonna last forever,
But I’m not naïve to know that nothing lasts forever.
Tonight as I lay by the glistening rain,
Wondering if this one will turn into a storm,
But if even so believing it would eventually lead to the good feel of after-rain,
For they did not lie about the calm after the storm,
Then a thundering sensation sweeps me off my couch at my realization,
Thus I could not lie still any longer, and stood up from my slumber.
My rain was really the water gushing through the massive drain outside,
Drain or rain, oh well, provided me with the fix that I needed.