Listening to the Rain

It's 3am on a Thursday morning and I cannot sleep for the life of me.  So much running through my little brain, so much going on and I can't hang on to it for much longer.  Corey will be getting up to go to work in an hour and I hope to get some sleep before than.  But for now, I think I will just write what is on my mind.

As I sit here in the dark, listening to the rain as it falls through the trees I feel so at home.  Each drop, telling its own story as it lands on the earth below.  Making one straight trip down, or maybe hitting some things on the way there.  Leaving behind something of itself, to leave its mark on where it lands.  Like a little reminder of where it's been even though it won't ever make it back.  As the rain continues to fall, so will pieces of what is left behind.  To serve as little memories of where its been, reconnecting at the bottom, though some are left to connect with new stories.

The rain starts to fade and all you can hear are the distant drops from the leaves of trees.  A nearby stream, flowing with new stories to tell, to carry along with it.  Not knowing who or where the story will come to next but that it will continue forward.  The breeze rustling through the trees, freeing some of the rain left behind.  Now all that is left to hear are the crickets and frogs, telling their stories to one another.  Sweet music.  Time to rest.

For Tamera (Poem)

Ever since I met you,
you have changed something in me.
Not sure exactly what it is,
but when I do, you will know.

Inspired to write again,
to live, love and laugh too.
You've brought out the best
in me just being there.

It's been a long time,
maybe far too long...
since I last connected
like I do with you.

I want to thank you for
bringing out whatever
it is that you brought
back in my life.

Original post date: 10/15/2006