Tuesday Poem - WHY DOES IT RAIN?

By Brady Johnson

GLOOMY SKIES.

OMINOUS EYES.

SEARCHING FOR MEANING.

THE MORE IT RAINS, THE MORE I THINK,

WHO COULD I BE IN A WORLD THAT ASKS SO MUCH?

NOBODY.

EVERYBODY IS NOBODY WITHOUT A PLATFORM.

SEARCHING FOR MEANING,

IN A FAST PACED LIFE.

SITTING AT MY DESK, FEET ON THE WINDOW STILL,

EYES LOCKED ON NATURE, MIND LOCKED ON CURIOSITY.

STEP BACK....THINK....ASSESS....CONTEMPLATE....

WHY DOES IT RAIN?

DOES IT KEEP US SANE?

THE IMPORTANT QUESTIONS ARE THE ONES NOT ASKED,

THE ONES IN YOUR MIND AS THE RAIN RELEASES YOUR PAIN.