Rain Falls
05/12/03

Rain falls, matching her mood,
it runs over the confines of the spruced frame.
A sigh, a watering in her eyes, gives away her
melancholy little world.
Where time ticks away and is stolen away
from her loves, the things that
make her feel alive. She’s spinning
in a constant spiral, the same obstacles
always barring the way.
Distance.
Calculations.
Fatigue.
Location.
Information.
Handicap.
Destruction.
Time… time.
She longs for the companionship, but also seclusion,
given one or the other at just the wrong moment.
She wants to record, to remember, to reach,
to expand her mind in small ways separate from
the clean-cut convention of learning.
To be in the know with the areas she cares about,
to be able to ignore the insufficient, irrelevant, inconclusive.
She yearns for time,
time to set things straight again, in their
right and ready places
If only rain could stop the world.

Author's Note
One of two oh-so-cheery poems I wrote in my high school Calculus class (I was so productive!)... Basically just me venting out some frustration.