Raindrops I see the raindrops on the pavement below me, sparking a memory. They remind me of something, something faded. They warn me of a possible storm. A chance of a downpour. A downpour that can wash away everything. Everything bad, but unfortunately, everything good as well. So there would be nothing left. "At least no bad, no evil." I hear people say. I want to reply back,"It's good without the bad, but yet it's not good. It's just nothing, for there can be no good, if there is no bad." Yet I hold my tongue and stare on, down at those raindrops.

Trying Hard To Save I have a friend. She is... Well, I guess what most teenage girls are like. She tells me she wants to leave. To die. I tell her to not leave me. It'd break my heart. I wouldn't live with myself knowing I had a chance to save her. If she kills herself, there's a good change she won't go where I hope her to. I can save her. At least try. I try to encourage her positively. I try to convince her it's going to bet better. I say I'll always be here and I do my best. She's lost so many. She's in the wrong family. She doesn't have much money. She does have me. She does have us, her few friends. It saddens me to see her everyday. Raising her laughter. It's fake most times. She hopes people see her. I see her. She thinks she can hide it. Hide her sorrow and #depression. And longing. She thinks I don't see it. But I do. I know her like that. I don't let her know I know though. She hates everyday. Dragging on with her #life. She wants rest, yet everyday she is up before the sun. Today, she told me, again, that she wants to die. I tell her to keep going. If she keeps going, she will go to the right place. I told her: If you die, you'll always be dead. Then I said: If you keep going, and live on, you'll live and experience love like no one had before and find joy and happiness. I try to save her. I say I can. But only God can do that. I pray He does, for her sake. She has been through a lot. I don't even know half of it. She's been through a lot. And I'm trying hard to save.

Marveling At This Storm Today was chilly and breezy. The clouds puffy and slurred at the same time. It was bright out since the sun made it's way through open gaps or thin clouds. Just back from practicing in the soft drumming of the thunder. It sprinkles a bit, but just a bit. Odd that this is occurring in the spring time. At home after greeting my dog and on the old, humming computing. I hear light raindrops then a roll of thunder. Raindrops thump louder against the roof and window. Lights off, I see a flash. Rains harder now and thunder begins to roar. Street lights show me a river rushing down the road. All rainwater. More flashes. More thunder. And even more rain. I just look out my window and marvel at this storm.

Don't Know What To Say At the writing desk Pencil in hand. I'd write what I'd write, But who would understand. Crumpling up the paper And tossing it away I can't find the right words; I don't know what to say.

May 9... I don't know. The thunder booms outdoors. The rain patters on the roof. I look at my socks as she tries to yell over the noise. I may be exaggerating. But why is she yelling at me? What did I ever do? Or was it something I didn't do. She storms away, her words stinging like the lightning flashing from out the window. It's raining. Raining outside and in. Can't escape the storm.