Falling Into Puddles Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Walking through life, falling rain soaking me through,
but I don't notice it's sad refrain in drops of sorrow.
Banging rhythms crowding my mind with intensity of
feelings, developing my state of mind for the moments
I am thinking alone and far away.
Standing in a flurry of rain drops, watching interior
movies of yesterday, not focusing on where I'm at or
where I'm going.
Living life like drops of rain, falling into puddles
and too soon evaporating into the atmosphere, no
traces left behind to find or follow myself or anyone
else.