Thursday, November 15, 2012

Stop Raining


I was not even asking for a firework. All I want was a place to sit and putter, breathe in something pleasant.

I have sincerely wished every other people well. And what have I not tried? Have I not been good? Have I not worked to brace a smile and attempt a waltz? That's what they say to do when it rains, isn't it?

But the pitter-patter and the splitter-splatter beat in an off syncopation that only served to send me in giddy spins. The challenge to keep up and ride out is way beyond me. The ground is flooded. I am tired and shriveled. I don't understand why I've got to be more drenched, but I've gotta continue to hold my breath. Now, I can't even think straight...

Can it please stop raining on my parade ground?
Please, please, please!