Rain

Okay, I've become too anxious to wait to post anything (plus I'm trying to avoid doing more homework!), so I'm going to post the first poem I actually ever wrote which was done my freshman year of high school. Therefore, it may not seem to be the best poem but I think a message is still conveyed. I'm learning, however, that lessons learned then often times only carry us so far until we move on to a new chapter in our live's and realize that things now aren't as they once were. God uses our past experiences to teach us lessons but sometimes those lessons take on new meaning and new approaches than that of which they once did.

Rain

Love is rain.

It is needed for survival but can become a nuisance.

We can tell love is beginning to fall but still, it hits in a downpour.

Sometimes its just a shower jesting for a short time

other times it's constant and ends up a flood,

it's effects lasting for a lifetime.

It can be sweet, gentle, and soothing

or it can be hard, threatening and torrential.

Love can be blinding on the road called life.

Sometimes we can hardly see where we're going or what's coming at us.

While drenching us, it can be fantastic, horrid, or sometimes even both.

Love can be dreary and usually cascades when least expected.

It can splash us in the face or be a mist barely noticeable.

Love is a life necessity for all living things.