SF Rain
But in SF
They don’t pass this test
It’s a secret quest
In the pac northwest
It rained
It rained a Seattle kind of rain
And the wind sauntered in on cue
The puddles swelled and the people yelled
To the heavens, “ oh what must we do”
But my heart it yearned
Because it had learned that the rain is a gift and a clue
To be back inside, with some tea beside
A fireplace warming you
But in SF
They don’t pass this test
It’s a secret quest
In the pac northwest
They’ve No Mountain sky
They’ve No Needle high
And their Dub is missing a U
It’s just nature’s trick
To make me homesick
So I guess I’m just left feeling blue
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A short life seeking near perfection
Thrown by this little interjection
Determined to determine my own fate
I decided for the first time when I was 8
- Doing nothing is an acceptable answer.
- I can be a source of my own happiness.
- I get to decide when I accept the limitations of who I think I am and when I'm ready to push myself to do or be more than I know I am.
- Maybe I'm emitting some positive vibe that makes people willing to engage and welcome me to be apart of their existence.
- Everyday is an opportunity to be an example and encourage. Everyday is an opportunity to be encouraged and to seek an example.
- Contentment follows gratefulness.
I am alone floating in space with God. Whispering his age old promises. Suddenly I remember who He is but I still struggle daily to live as though His words are true.
My words have found a new home!