Juicy Rain Drops...

In the world of technology
We live in today
We don't have to think
And we forget to play

But during a storm
everything Stops
And you remember the fun you had
With Juicy rain drops

No umbrella
And holes in your socks
Feet getting wet
As you stomp down the block

But you're not worried
Because you realized today
That rain is a good thing
It reminds us to play

I don’t want to talk about it.

I could write a book about the random things I know. I could tell stories about the places I’ve been and the experiences I’ve had. People would be amazed by the extent of my dreams. I could debate the validity of religion, the punishment for a crime, or the sanctity of marriage. As long as I could write it all down. As soon as I open my mouth and try to turn my ideas, dreams, and experiences into words; the eloquence conveniently gets lost in the speed of my thoughts. So instead of sounding like the intelligent woman that I am, I come across as a babbling fool. 

All I want to do is write, talking is over rated.