A Chance of Rain

“When I was in the hospital they gave me apple juice
every morning, even after I told them
I didn’t like it.  So, I had to get even.
One morning, I poured the apple juice into the specimen tube.
The nurse held it up and said, ‘It’s a little cloudy.’
I took the tube from her and said,
‘Let me run it through again,’ and drank it.
The nurse fainted.”
Alan King

The clouds are high
As my eyes can see
Spanning the width
Of the never ending sea
I can feel the pressure
In every part of me
Pressure building

Waiting for the rain

I don’t need
The weather man
To tell me
About the precipitation
I can feel it and smell it
That’s all I need
Telling each part of me
That it’s cloudy with
A chance of rain
By: J R

Shine On