Threaded tangled thoughts

cool, rainy nights
are perfect for those random, tangled-up thoughts
the rain falling down
lets loose a flood of feelings from an unknown place
are raindrops really tears from Heaven?
and if they are, to whom do they belong?
i stretch out my hand into the night
to receive cold little dots on my skin.
what does it feel like
to stand in the rain and cry
how do you know if the wetness on your face
is sadness from within or above... or both
it's awfully quiet when it rains
because the children and dogs don't come out to play.
no japanese kids exclaiming indecipherable things in their adorable voices
the pitter-patter of water droplets - the only sign of life.
it is a funny feeling to have
but somehow the world seems to have grown
because the big engulfing blackness of the night
can swallow a tiny being like me
the night is friendlier than the day sometimes
because it has a cover i can hide under and be a part of
when reality and all its jabbing toothpicks come flying
i simply crawl under the blanket and disappear
rainy nights are good nights for thinking.
because you never know what you might find.