Rainy Days

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.