rainy days make me sooooo extremely moody. i'm not really enjoying today right now . . . normally i don't mind rain. but today . . . it has made me do some very deep thinking . . . this is a poem that caught my interest today . . . i have to find one for English "The Rain" - Robert Creeley All night the sound had come back again, and again falls this quiet, persistent rain. What am I to myself that must be remembered, insisted upon so often? Is it that never the ease, even the hardness, of rain falling will have for me something other than this something not so inconsistent - am I to be locked in this final uneasiness. Love, if you love me, lie next to me. Be for me, like rain, the getting out of the tiredness, the fatuousness, the semi- lust of intentional indifference. Be wet with a decent happiness.