Like unceasing raindrops
pelting you in the face.
The faster you run
the more they sting.
Pen racing illegibly to catch them in ink
more thoughts flood
over the last half of previous ones
not yet drawn to the page
Hold up!
Hand reaches for a tissue
absently tipping the mug
coffee spills
words drain from the page
thoughts dry up.
Thunder rumbles nearby.
© Spiral Droplet, February 2014