It\’s just a drizzle
of ideas
I try to catch the drops
and hold them
Gentle, refreshing…
But rain gets heavier
and lashes all over;
I stand numb
To its increasing ferocity
Getting joyfully drenched
It\’s pouring
The thoughts come down
And collect in small puddles
The child in me
awakens gleefully…
I want to jump in them
And play…
Make paper boats,
of my imagination
And see them float,
in these thought puddles….
