Drip, drop, drip, drop,
The rainstorm comes to an end.
Pit, pat, pit, pat,
Beautiful messages they send.
Watching the raindrops race down the window,
I feel so pensive like a medieval
scholar.
Difficult question about life come and go,
While the window before me becomes
ever smaller.
The smell of wet earth turns into the smell of a battle,
You are the warrior dressed in fine
armor.
And I am the princess locked in a castle,
Your
mission is chivalry and power and honor.
Then there’s the boom, the boom of thunder,
The
geese fly away in a hurried flight,
And I take aim for I am the hunter,
And the
boom was a rifle fired at my right.
My eyes become heavy and suddenly I’m flying,
On the
back of an eagle in the middle of a storm.
I’m hurt, I’m injured, I may even be dying,
So I
need a doctor and a refuge to keep me from harm.
Light flashes before me in a zigzagged pattern,
Teleportation
is what comes to mind.
Now I’m living in a world that is post-modern,
Soon I’ll
board a spaceship a new world to find.
I sigh deeply as the window comes into view,
It’s
the light at the end of a diamond-studded tunnel.
My imagination runs wild when I have nothing to do,
But
watch droplets run races straight into a puddle.
Drip, drop, drip, drop,
The rainstorm comes to an end.
Pit, pat, pit, pat,
Beautiful messages they send.
