Day 205: Rain.

In seventh grade, I entered this poetry contest and I won. What I won, I am not quite sure-- there's a chance that a million other seventh graders won too. I think that is the last time I ever seriously wrote a poem. I do not even remember the poem, really. I think it was about rain-- either rain or my intense crush on Glen Hunt (these are really the only things that interested me in middle school). Anyway, I was reminded of this poetry writing while reading for English (because it was too rainy to go outside and play) and I decided I would write a poem about the rain again. I did it with two motives: 1) To see if writing poetry was as much fun as I remember it being and 2) I could then digitaize said poem by putting it on here as my "picture" for the day.

So I wrote this poem. I read this poem. I decided against letting anyone else see this poem.

Rain launched this lofty goal of writing something beautiful and delicate. Rain made me ambitious, but it also made me wet. Essentially, I ended today with wet clothes and crummy poetry, which in my opinion is an excellent day. Genuinely.