out back counting rain

monotony
of modern
existence
sometimes
overwhelming...

then;
raindrops
as thoughts
begin to fall and
my mind is moist
and new plants and
flora and fauna grow
and i know that the
raindrops as
individual
thoughts
collect
and
coalesce
into puddles -
bigger determinations
or ruminations -
feelings or emotions.
and the raindrops
as thoughts filter
through the soil
of my grey matter
and the feeling of
the drops as they
fall one by one yet
all hitting at the
very same time
in succession,
repeating the
rhythm of
water falling.

let them grow -
these thoughts
that as a whole
make up who i
am - the rain
will stop and
the moisture
will once again
rise to the top
of my brain
only to fall
back again
in a new order.

out back counting rain
mid-week mental strain
in nothing but a good way.