It’s a day like any other.

I saw one drop fall from the sky.
It was bigger than the rest; I don’t know where it went,
and I can’t tell you how I saw that one drop fall,
separate from the others, but
it was a pretty big drop.

I’ve nothing to do, but
everything to occupy my time with.
I’ve nowhere to be, but
have everywhere to explore the day.
It’s not pouring outside, but
I’m outside, so the rain is kind of loud.

I’m thinking, or rather, trying to think
of something to think about, but
it’s hard to think about something when
you can just think about nothing.

Another Friday,
sitting on the patio,
watching the rain fall.