of rain and cement trucks

rain makes me sleepy. it rained all day today. and all day long all I wanted to do was curl up somewhere near a window and sleep. instead I worked from morning til evening with a raging headache and the knowledge that tomorrow I would do the same. and the next day. oh, and yes, I work weekends now too. BUT it was a nice idea...thinking about sleeping :p

I scribbled this out at the office today between patients: 

what a thoughtful descension

rain is to rhyme

a steady sensation

removing the grime

from the colorless street

well-trodden and dreary

cleansing a mind

laden and weary

with worries and cares

of present and past-tense

with a touch of despair

and such frivolous nonsense

the pitter-patter of droplets

distracts from the pathetic

lifting my spirits 

to the poetically aesthetic

if only the rain

would continue to fall

my pen would keep writing

and my troubles would stay small. 

see...I feel better already! :D I actually had a nightmere last night about work. tomorrow is my first day working a volume (all day) at the restaurant and in my dream the only vehicle available for me to hitch a ride with was a cement truck. the grease-ball driver man was in no hurry and I arrived an hour and a half late with the wrong clothes on. I hope that one doesn't come true. not only would I get fired but that would just be weird.