If I could find the connection between each raindrop,
     No matter how infinitesimal,
I know I'd be *OK

Harmonica and strums sail my shores
Tell my whole clan sonny, he ain't good
That I met a troller under a sycamore
He passed me all the love as he veiled

We walked around,camouflaged by leaves
Tell mummy he was a preacher's son
A soul that was open and hid it's stick
Unharmonised in accapellas I drowned

Swingers of melodic stormy strings
Tell sassy to keep her tassels tucked
To calm her tussles and noisy gongs
Shake on the octave of the beats

Whisked dreams of the lost yesterdays
Tell Jimmy to listen to her heart raise
Tie her down, bring her back home
Liberate and let her fly like a wild bird

I find you between the lines,
when the sky is mercury
and the world slows to a halt.

in these moments
       (listen--the ocean is silent)
we whisper, crashing

in and out of starry tenderness,
hurricane youth. and
I find you between the lines

where our bodies fade into one another,
where hand meets hand meets
earth: there is something about

windy mornings, tacit eternities
and the way your fingers
             find escape in my hair.

Apparently it's wrong for the girl in the leather jacket to be the most innocent in the room
I don't mean she doesn't know bad things go bump in the night, and the day, and in every alley you look in
I mean she still believes there is good in the world
But apparently she can't think that
Because society has said that because she wears a leather jacket and is six foot tall she can't be innocent
What they don't know is the leather jacket is her coat of arms against the big bad world
It's the weapon that goes well with her height
The height and black leather are quite the pair that become her
But society also thinks that leather is synonymous with bad and bad must mean she's a liar
But the thing is she doesn't lie that often, only once in a blue moon
But they don't believe that to be true
Because apparently it's a lie too
Maybe this time it's not the leather
Maybe it's the makeup she wears everyday
Because that must be hiding something
It has to be a disguise
But the only thing it hides is a cup
In an ocean of her insecurities
So instead it might be her heavily eyelined eyes
The ones where she uses eyeshadow to shadow some of the storm in her eyes
Because people are afraid of the shadow of a storm they still see
She's found that they love it too though
People often love to stare at things they think are dangerous and beautiful
The kicker is the dangerous part
People stay away from that, whether it's really dangerous or not
So they stare and they talk behind her back
She knows this because people have told her
Weird thing is that she hasn't heard anything hurtful about her
Maybe it's okay though
Because momma always said children are to be seen and not heard
And I guess that's true because I haven't really been heard in a long time
Maybe it's all okay though
Maybe one of these days they'll recognize her name when they come across it in their magazine or news feed or whatever else they're reading
Maybe people will finally realize that everything about her is so much more than a leather jacket, her height, stormy-blue eyes, and blonde hair
Maybe they'll find out once and for all that blondes are smart too
They might discover this when they read one of her poems, or books,
Hear one of her quotes,
See one of her paintings or drawings,
Maybe even a sculpture or two,
When they hear one of her songs
Or one of the thousand other things she loves to do
They'll realize they saw her everyday and walked the same halls as her
Maybe even shared a class or two with her
Or maybe those won't be the things they realize
Maybe they'll see that those long legs carried her out of the small town
That everyone talks and dreams about leaving
But never actually get the chance to
It won't happen for two or three more years though
It's okay
It will just give you more time to learn my name
And realize that apparently this girl that you judged solely based upon her looks is so much more than that

Thick black clouds, stormy winds, heavy rains, torrential downpour,
everything is over
It’s time now to move out .

Step by step, one step at a time
Every step directed towards destination.

Let it run
Let it flow
Let it go along with the flow.

When gushes of water come in between the legs,
let the water run,
let it flow so as to reach it's marked destination.

Never allow the water to remain contained in one place
Never stop the flow, in fact let the rainwater flow on it's own
Let it go away on it's own along with the flow.

Life continues, which means that time does not stop,
since time and tide waits for none.

Try to be a part of the present moment in time
Move ahead, keeping in mind the present moment in time.

The future remains uncertain
At some point of time in the present the future will get ascertained.
The uncertainty with regards to future keeps every thought going on in the mind with regards to the present and future on hold.
Still the present moment in time has always been important
The present moment in time will decide all the responsibilities that need to be handled with caution and care in the present and also in future.

Every effort in present is made to gain excellence
An attempt is always made in the present to ascertain the future as much as possible
The future still remains uncertain
Still in the present moment an individual moves ahead expecting to make more efforts in the time that is yet to come,
all this to gain the desired level of excellence.

Keep moving along with the flow
Never stop the train of thought
Let the thoughts going on in the mind,
keep coming and going on their own.
Streamline them.

One by one each and every thought will get it's priority position
Followed by streamlining of thoughts will be planning and line of action that needs to be taken.
Focus will always matter the most when it comes to moving ahead along with the flow towards the new destination
Till reaching upon the new destination keep going along with the flow.

Twisting, turning, tides o churning
Diving down, to drown the burning
Fires flying, dreams of dying
Yearning and still learning.

Chase the oil slicks,
Douse the blackness.
Flee the river styx,
Let go of false desires.

Set the past, ablaze with matches.
Destroy this hatred, in its masses.
Follow footsteps, frightened faces,
And find fate hides, in many places.

You could feel it in the atmosphere
Things were set to change
The girl from the Midwest was here
And things got mighty strange

She came from Kansas, the mid west
She was country through and through
But when she came in wearing that red vest
You never knew what she would do

She's a Kansas sized tornado
coming back from Kansas way
You couldn't click your heels
to get back home
This girl, she came to play
Like the storm that dropped
Upon the witch
This girl, she was a force
No red shoes there to help you out
You'd best get on your horse

Not a big girl..full of fight
You'd best stay back a bit
She was wound up really tight
And she knew just how to hit

Leaving damage in her wake
Seemed to be what she did best
Just leave her be when she comes in
And she's wearing that **** vest


She's a Kansas sized tornado
coming back from Kansas way
You couldn't click your heels
to get back home
This girl, she came to play
Like the storm that dropped
Upon the witch
This girl, she was a force
No red shoes there to help you out
You'd best get on your horse

Flying monkees in the sky
couldn't stop the storm she brought
She was nasty trouble, by and by
Like a devil can't be caught

You'd kick your heels and wish she'd leave
Back with the wicked witch
Cause when she showed up in our bar
That night would be a *****

She's a Kansas sized tornado
coming back from Kansas way
You couldn't click your heels
to get back home
This girl, she came to play
Like the storm that dropped
Upon the witch
This girl, she was a force
No red shoes there to help you out
You'd best get on your horse

Every rainstorm is a Symphony
really I'll name all of the parts
obviously the thunder is the percussion section
keeping rhythm at sporadic times
the raindrops on the streets and rooftops are hammering out the bass and melody lines
the howling wind is the vocalists all itching to amaze the crowd

The animals footsteps are applause scattered in awe at this odd beautiful composition
put together and arranged by nature
and performed by the stormy orchestra
That's why, every storm, at least to me
is one of nature's symphonies

Let the rain pour
Let the clouds gather
I don't care 'bout the weather
Cause I'm gonna shine

Let the sun shine
Let the candles glow
I don't care 'bout anything
Cause hunger can appeal

Let the snow fall
Let the wind whirl
I don't care 'bout warming up
Cause the cold is clear

Let the rain pour
Let the wind whirl
I don't care 'bout alla that
Cause we're right here