It\’s just a drizzleof ideasI try to catch the dropsand hold themGentle, refreshing…But rain gets heavierand lashes all over;I stand numbTo its increasing ferocityGetting joyfully drenchedIt\’s pouringThe thoughts come downAnd collect in small puddlesThe child in meawakens gleefully…I want to jump in themAnd play…Make paper boats,of my imaginationAnd see them float,in these thought puddles….
