It's raining again!

Sorry I haven't posted in forever... Ack, it's the end of a five-day weekend and I have school in 10 hours. But it's early-summery-storming and I just love it. There's always that thing about each season that you forget when you're not in that season, and then you experience it again and you love it and wish you could remember it the rest of the year, but you always, always forget.
In that vein, here's a poem about rain. It's not about early summer storms, it's about mid-spring storms, and there's a world of difference. The rain is my best friend. I would know.

Give Me Rain

RAIN

Storming drumbeats

Passionate, flying, wildly dancing raindrops

Thunderclaps 

like heartbeats

Lightning

Is electricity pulsing through my soul

My dark,

violet, copper-colored night air

Dark sky

Soul

Crackling with lightning and thunder

And dancing to the raindrops

Trees, tossing their heads wildly

Can’t they have one last dance

Before they’re cut down

To make room for 

Suburban lawns and strip malls

God, give me rain

Give me wind

Give me stormclouds

I long for the nights where I lay awake

Eyes wide open

To dance with raindrops

I want to fall asleep

To the lullaby of softly pattering rain

And drizzling, dripping drops

And wake to a haze of muted green and blue

Sidewalks with worms scattered

Like the pieces of my soul 

and my hair

and the leaves on the trees

Before they are all packed

neatly back into their

summertime box

One last dance

Give me one last rainstorm

Rain

Give me rain

Also, it appears I forgot I wrote this little gem in economics.

OMIGOD IT JUST THUNDERED. OH MY GOD. YAAAAY.

Anyway, I forgot I wrote this little gem in economics, as I was saying. Gosh, economics just inspires a hatred of the world for me. I think it's Special Snowflake and BES and the general subject that I hate. (P.S. BES and Special Snowflake are genuinely no longer an issue I swear I really swear.) Oh yeah, by the way, I feel more confident about the AP exam now. I most likely got a 4, but I might get a 5. Possibly. Not. 

ANYWAY. Poem:

The Rat Race

Hello, fellow students

I plan to go into art history

And before you say anything,

no, my only concern in life

is not getting a fancy, expensive car

So please,

no comments until the end of the presentation

I want a job in a museum

Yes, those are difficult to get

In case you hadn’t noticed,

while you were busy

playing video games

and playing at being grown-up

I was acing every test

and was the top of the class

So I think I might have a chance

Yes, the salary is low, that’s right

Yes, that’s a very hipster job

Yes, you rather do expect

that in a few years

I won’t be saying,

“Look at that painting of a woman in a hat”

but rather

“Would you like fries with that?”

You’re so witty

Why don’t you go stand 

with the mile-long line

of doctors, lawyers, engineers

Hadn’t I planned to be a writer?

No, that’s already checked off

my to-do list

I’m already a writer

I have always been a writer

I don’t need a degree in anything

to be a writer

Run, run, run

Keep racing in your rat-wheel

Settle in a suburban home

With a nuclear family

And pin your diploma up on the wall

Commute to work each day

with a briefcase

Calls, calls, meetings, calls

Race the others ‘til you fall

Boom, thud, it falls in place

Make-up on your corpse’s face

Pick out a designer tomb

And cry now you know

who is better than whom

You’re just time’s slave

As the clock ticks on

Tick, tick, tick, tick

Buried and dead before the dawn

Go ahead,

choose

the safer path

Get your paycheck

Get approval

Get your fancy,

expensive car

Be rich,

and wonder why you are

Is it really better

to know

you’ll never go far?

Yep. Grammar. It helps you rhyme.

That poem doesn't cover the extent of my feelings about the subject, but it was all I could write in the 42-minute period.

Anyway... I'm listening to "Featherstone" by the Paper Kites. It's my new squealing song. "Yellow" by Coldplay was my one from last week, when I didn't post on here. I forgot how fun it is to post here. I like it here. 

Oh well. It doesn't matter much. I'm very calm and idyllically tranquil and happy, which is odd considering it's the night before I have to go back to school after a long weekend- usually a cause of maaajor stress for me.

It's all right though.

I'll write more soon.

Your peaceful rain-loving poet,

Ariel