Paint me a picture Draw me up as a figurine Make me what I’m not. I will be your puppet Until the wind blows. Then, I will dance. A light happy dance like the trees do when there are storms. But when I dance, there will be no storm, no lightning, no rain. There may be thunder and it will roar to the beat of my dance-steps #blogger #blogging #Poems #rain #poetry #dance #poem #life #Truth

On my way to work this morning, I could (as is usual after it rains a while,) see evidence of last night’s heavy downpour. There is a shortcut I take everyday that gets me to work in about 20 minutes and today, while on that road, I learnt something about myself that I would like to share. As is normal for an undulating dirt-road, there were a lot of little paddles on the road but there was on huge puddle that I noticed about 50 meters ahead. I brushed it off, thinking, “I’ll