I just wrote a pretty sweet poem and thought I would share it.... There Will Come Soft Rains Inch after inch and hour after hour I smell the sweet scent of the rain that floods the Earth's surface. Puddles of water begin to appear on the shower stained roads splashing onto the cars that pass by. Trickling streams soon reside in the crevices along soaked highways where passengers stare through water beaded windows. A river then forms drenching all the life around it-- cleaning the dirt of this world. And here I am staring up at the gray sky eyes shut tight and mouth open wide trying to grasp a taste of cleanliness. | 
