Every time you come,
They say
"Rain, rain go away"
But,
They never ask you,
To stay

"Rain, rain go away"
They say
"Rain, rain go away"

They also say
"Come again another day"
But,
That another day
They say it again
"Rain, rain go away
Come again another day"
That another day,
Never comes for them
So, rain
Why don't this time you stay?

"Rain, rain go away"
No, don't
Just stay here for today

And they say

"Rain, rain go away
Come again another day
Little kid wants to play
Rain, rain go away"

And I say

No, don't
Why can't you see?
Today, I'm waiting
For you to play with me

"Rain, rain go away
Come again another day"
No, no rain don't listen to them
Oh! please stay for today

They say

"Rain, rain go away
Come again another day"

No, please don't
There's no way
You're leaving me
Again
Today

"Rain, rain go away"
They say
"Rain, rain go away"

There are moments in
my life that are
too wild and
beautiful to be
tamed or captured by
words or sentences.
Musical notes could
do a better job at
conveying the experience.
D minor
or C sharp major.

My mind replays
the moments,
alive with pentatonic scales
and the taste of homemade
apple cider, and pomegranate
security.
I smell the burning leaves of
late October, and feel
the smooth nose of my
childhood Appaloosa, her
dappled coat, and trusting eyes.

Sometimes the world, and
all its goodness
stupifies me, and leaves
my spirit rocking gently in
a cradle, where I know it's
all going to be okay.

there are moments in a climb
where you stop,
and put down the things you carry.

either to admire the view
or to let your lungs heal
from the constant ******* in of wind.

there are moments in life,
where we must stop,
and put down the things we carry.

either to admire the the view
or to heal the ache
of constantly living.

i’ll always send you
the things i see that remind me of you

every poem i read
that i know you’ll love too.

every movie
that i think will sit you in the edge of your seat.

every book
that i think you will like, and that you will keep.

every song or lyric
that makes me think of you.

it will always be sent.
always be given- a gift, an offering too.

my way of saying
i love and am thinking if you always.

i can’t help that everything lovely i experience
is always infused with a little bit of you.

why does nothing feel real,
until it happens?

am i that sceptical of good things happening,
that i convince myself they won't,
until they do?

i don't believe it will happen
till i am there
experiencing it.

and even then,
it all feels like a dream.

or something on the edge of a memory,
something i can't quite hold and live in.

like the concert i was sure i wouldn't get tickets to,
or the holiday i thought i wouldn’t get to take.
or next year.
or tomorrow.

how can i live in the moment,
when the moment doesn't even feel real?