Water

My friend suggested that I write about water.

Water is blue.

Water can be polluted, diluted, and then cleansed.

Why did it have to rain?

That pounding noise the little drops make is driving me insane.

Why couldn’t it snow?

For sure, I would be able to run outside, and for a minute,

Forget all of my woes.

Why couldn’t there be snow attached like a leech to the ground?

For then, I could go about frolicking across the frozen ground.

Why, Mr. Man,

Oh why, couldn’t there be a sleigh?

For then, I would need my dearest companions to guide me away.