It's been raining for over a day... br nonstop, torrential downpour. br The tornado watch has come and gone, br but it's still wet, br slippery, br and dangerous. br br The air reeks of ozone, br and there's a puddle on the floor br of my room... br but I wanted to hear the sound br as each individual drop br gets sick of barely hanging on br to the ominous clouds, br and falls to earth... br a long, dramatic suicide br which only fuels my anger. br br I started off Monday br by looking out my window. br As Karen Carpenter's vocals br invaded my sanity, br I attempted to remain positive. br br I even played in it last night br and again this morning br while my insomnia br ruled my body and mind. br br It was fun on Monday, br but it's now Tuesday. br br My shoes got too wet. br Tap dancing at 3: 00 br (in the morning) br (in the rain) br is overrated... br br I could have learned alot br from these experiences. br Nevertheless, br tommorrow night I won't be able br to fall asleep, br and it'll still be raining, br and I'll still be dancing in it. br br But I promise you... br I will refuse to enjoy it.