At Tue, 18 Jun 2002, rowdyladyrose@aol.com wrote:
>
>Rainy Day Mind
>
>Fuzzy thoughts running aground,
>lightning bolts of ideas,
>dazzling and super bright,
>fade before they register.
>
>the constant dripping
>of pain and discomfort,
>like chinese torture,
>dissolves all good intentions.
>
>but like the parched ground,
>the soul drinks them in,
>offers them up to a higher power,
>and they become rainbows.