Recovering from Ankle Surgery

I love the rain

The sound of the drops hitting the ground outside is soothing

I just want to listen

Shhhhhhhhhhh

I say

Now I can hear in the clear .

The rain has so much to say

I want to splash around in the puddles

To run outside and play

But this damn aching foot is getting in my way.

Why does it seem to hurt more at night when I'm about to go to sleep

Tomorrow will arrive next year are the only thoughts to keep.

Be quiet all in the house, close your eyes and rest

In about a thousand days I'll put it to the test

For now that's how far away it seems that I'll be at my best.

Thankfully reality strikes and in more than a few weeks

I'll be walking down the paths of old until I reach the creeks.

For now the only sound I hear is farts from my son

The pitter patter of the rain distracts me from the smell

That makes me think about the times when I was well. 

Well, maybe that's not the truth so much as I wanted to say

When all of the political corrections stood in the way

Don't say this, you can't say that was all I could hear

Along with the pitter patter of the rain not ready to disappear. 

My son laughs and I don't think it's funny

That smell that lingers just doesn't make my sense of humor grow

Tomorrow maybe I will laugh

And the mountains will be covered with snow. 

I want to change the lime rick poem because I know it's not right

For now I'll just keep it there until the day is bright.

Then maybe I'll correct it and make it a real poem

The kind where all of the rules are followed, then take flight to Rome. 

Get married on the steps

The Spanish ones they look so fine

Makes me want to up and go right out of this world of mine. 

For now all that's left are my stomach reps.