the rain washes away my thoughts
and it wipes away my pain
staring out this window
I’m so thankful this storm came
the drought has ended now
and the gardens drink it up
but I get anxious to get back to work
wish I had just listened up
to the pitter-patter of the raindrops
they provide for me the proof
that I should stay here in this moment
as they tap dance on the roof
lets light some incense now
and lay in bed awhile
watch Butters the kitten run around
jealous of his style
as he starts tap dancing,
pitter-pattering across the floor
he climbs the curtain to the top
then falls, but he lands on all fours
the storm is passing now
its on its way back out to sea
but its too wet to get to work
so I’ll just sitright here and read
and drink some coffee
and get lost in this book
but I’m distracted
when Butters runs over
and stares up with that look
that kittens give sometimes
when they want you to play
so I give in
and set my book back down
it probably made his day
though he’ll forget it soon
and I’ll give in again
see, Butters isn’t just a kitten
he makes a pretty gosh darn good friend
the pitter-patter of his tiny feet
always makes me smile
I’ll get to pick my book back up
he’s sure to pass out after awhile.
soitgoes1984 