I'm sitting on a couch near my window, It's raining, tiny droplets of rain forms on my window, a great book in my hand, and a big mug of hot coffee on the stacked of books, I glanced away from my book towards the darken sky and pouring rain, And I tell myself that "words are beautiful" after letting out a sigh. I then realize that Poetry is when an emotion has found its thoughtsΒ Β and the thoughts have found its words. Writting and Reading has always been my own therapeutic therapy. During the good and the bad.