Sitting here on a park bench,
Contemplating the meaning of life.
Sitting in the pounding rain,
Listening as the sky falls down.
Feeling melancholy and depressed.
Sitting in the falling rain.
Not feeling the drops of water,
Soaking into my hair and clothes.
Not hearing the rain on the leaves.
Letting the rain plaster my hair down,
Spiking my lashes, dropping down like tears,
Pooling into puddles on the pathway.
Sitting in the rain washed park,
Observing and contemplating the world.
Getting wet as the heavens pour down,
Resolving nothing, only getting wet.
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Written October 9th, 2006
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yeah actually i've done that! i did that the other day, i was in downtoewn jaffery, where i live now and i was walking in the rain, it got really heavey and everyone started to RUN into stores and the gazeboo, but i just sat down on a bench awatched as life went by, everything sped up in the world but me, i sat the for hours thinking about life and everything , you know the whole 42. and i was great. i walked home and just was..... you know ,,,,, just. was
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i love this. i like the refrences to the haeavens. and i love the rain so thats why i feel such a strong connection eith this work. i like how you dont have the usual abab cdcd rhyme schem. and then ending is perfect because htat how life is, nothing gets solved everythign just gets wet. really good write!!
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