50 Day Journal From An Arcane Place

Haiku small puddle outside showering, trickling, dancing gives peace and romance. (Regular Poem) A small puddle has gathered      on the pavement of the parking lot It is dark outside.      The raindrops glitter by the lamppost The trickling pitter-patters in the light      I can still see them in my mind's eye Even though I'm inside, I feel like I could be a part of the world outside      This building is so huge they say it's the biggest in the state of Georgia My cot is not soft      The walls are too cold But the rain outside feels soft and romantic      from my eighth-floor window.