Rain drops bounce off my roof breaking my usual silence.
Its nights like these as I breathe in the muggy summer air that I wonder.
Why am I meant for?
To write?
To entertain?
To teach?
To help?
Then I remind myself that it doesn't matter why I'm here.
Because when it comes down to it in reality I have only minute.
So I might as well enjoy the time I have.
**Right?