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.










About soitgoes1984

I live on a small island in the middle of the Pacific ocean in the Hawaiian Kingdom which is currently illegally occupied by the American government. This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International License.
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