A lovely Thursday to all of you! It seems my computer isn’t quite as dead as I thought it was going to be, so a celebratory caffeinated beverage is in store! I love CCBs (not to be confused with CBCBs, complimentary birthday caffeinated beverage, which are also awesome). I made mine this morning, and made it all fancified (with warmed milk and foam), but alas it seems my mother has moved my cinnamon sugar – which is the ultimate topping for a CCB. Boourns mom, boourns. Maybe it’s a mother thing, maybe when I have kids I’ll start moving their stuff too, and I’ll understand the secret reasons why they do it. That, or maybe I’m just blind this morning. Meh.
Wow, that was a long ramble about CCBs, sorry bout that! I guess it feels weird not having a post go up every day anymore. Again, I’d like to thank Tom Baker for starting that little project, and though not many ended up doing it, I had a lot of fun. And yes, I can take those oh so subtle hints about maybe next time someone else should write the questions. I agree too, I just have to figure out how to trick Ryan into doing it… I’ll have to persuade him with a SBCB (sneaky bribing caffeinated beverage).
Anywho, on with the poem for the week! Enjoy! 🙂
Drops of Tears and Rain
Thunderous echoes, lightning sky,
the tempest’s din heard throughout
the night, waking all but I,
for I was wide awake. My heart
ached and boomed like the thunder,
calling out in desperation, crying
out into the night sky, “All alone!”.
As our passionate storm cries on,
we grow weary from our loneliness –
for in our last act of sadness,
there was no solace to be found.
Growing silent to let the world
sleep soundly once more, the night ends
with whispered drops of tears and rain.