Sleepless thoughts

I hear the storm outside my window.

Flashes of lighting peer into my room.

Water trickles and hugs the walls of the building that holds me.

While I lie with a restless head,

my brain produces a million bouncing thoughts,

and a tiny voice urges me to go back to bed.

Yet the rain is too powerful.

Too peaceful, too luring.

It is what I strive to be: its unapologetic self.

It's got me pacing around back and forth, like a nocturnal elf.

Notice how although the rain has stopped, it has left its mark.

Water droplets stay on windows, walls, and plants.

Nurturing everything that crosses its path,

the rain is wisdom, inspiration.

It is life.

It softly whispers in my ear "now go, you leave your mark."

Yes, there are many issues, many changes to be made.

The world has more strifes and knives than the necessary aid.

But just pick your passions and run with them.

Use them as stairs to fly, to reach, to soar.

Appreciate, learn, and grow.

Ponder in these sleepless thoughts.

They are your drive, your eagerness, your motivation.

They are the start of water droplets that will nurture everything that you touch.

They are your precious foundation.