Misunderstood

Is it too much when I ask to be understood?

I am an open book
With bold letters
Big in size as well
That are not hard to read.
So, why do you always see wrong?

Is it too much when I ask to be understood?

I speak small words
None of which are complex
But found in picture books
A 1st grader could comprehend.
So, why do you always hear wrong?

Is it too much when I ask to be understood?

I commit simple actions
That do not require much thought
They don't cause anyone harm
Or at least I don't intend them to.
So, why do you always think wrong?

Is it too much when I ask to be understood?
When I ask to be seen as more than the funny girl?
When I ask to be heard by my unspoken words?
When I ask to be thought of with relation?

I don't ask for much.
So when I ask now to be understood,
To be pulled out of the shadows,
Please do me a favor
And draw the curtains.

Rain, Rain, Don't Go Away.

I woke up this morning unusually early, sometime around 7. I looked out the window and instantly a smile appeared on my face.

Rain!

I ran to my window and looked down to find the roads glistening with rainwater. I opened my window and took the deepest breath possible. The smell of wet soil and plants filled my noise, and I felt as if my heart would combust with happiness. Man oh man, I just love that rain.

It's as if all your sins and sorrows wash away when the rain slides down your face. I sat at my desk for hours "doing hw" with my window open just for the sake of breathing in the purity of the air after rain showers.

At one point, it smelled like Big Bear, or maybe Yosemite. At another point, it smelled like. . like. . .like something indescribable, yet amazing and overpowering. It smelled like happiness, laughter, smiles, and love. Like my mom after a shower, or my dad after a hard day's work, or my brothers asleep. No, it was a scent stronger than that.

At my desk, in front of my open window, the occasional cool breeze sent goosebumps through my arms, my legs, and my back. Oh, how I love the cool breeze! These past few mornings have been wonderful!! The low fog made it cold, but just cold enough for me to enjoy. And then, today, with the wind blowing lightly reminded me of that joy. How in love with this season I am!

But, now the clouds have passed on to a new lover and the sky is filled with a shocking light blue. Once again I will look into the sky and be able to find the infinite possibilities and dreams tucked under the blue. No longer will I be able to look at the Sun without having to squint, or see Mufasa rolling in from one of the fluffy rain clouds. But, happiness can be found anywhere, if you look hard enough. Am I right?

Missing Jigsaw Piece!

Yesterday afternoon, I sat down at my desk with my pen and paper getting ready to start on my hw.

(Yes I know, no life, but my mom wouldn't let me go out)

On my chair, I found myself gazing out the window in front of me into the vastness of the sky. Only, the sky didn't seem so vast anymore because it was filled to the brim with clouds. All the types of clouds imaginable; fluffy clouds, smooth clouds, wispy clouds. It was really one big jigsaw puzzle already solved. But, I noticed a gap of blue in all those clouds. From this gap poured the purest sunlight. In this small sunray, I saw simplicity and I found that all my problems and worries had vanished all together. It's amazing what you can find under a rock. . .or in a gap in a sky. I cannot remember being so full and happy as I was in that moment, when I was caught in the particles of the sun.