Creativity, Complexity, Chance and Chaos

Rain

_Rain_

I run down the street

In the middle of the road,

Getting absolutely soaked,

But I love it.

Rain makes everything better.

I spin around,

Arms outstretched,

Welcoming the torrents

Of icy water.

I poke my pink tongue

Out of my mouth,

Trying to catch droplets

Of the cold, fresh rain.

My hair is dripping water

All down my face,

Smudging my eyeliner,

Blurring my vision,

But I still love it.

Rain makes everything better.

I yell at the desolate street

And it listens to my cries,

Sending more and more

Beautiful liquid crystals

Down to me.

I close my eyes

And everything is perfect.

Rain makes everything better.