I woke up to one of those days
When things seem blissfully content
Where there is many reasons for one to re-invent
I went to the window and noticed the rain
Usually when I see rain it causes me pain
I am not one for rain, and never have been
But today when I looked out, that’s when it all began
I found myself imagining how the insect world must be
What being them and seeing as they see
So my imaginations took on a rather peculiar twist where
I wanted to know what it was like to imagine it there.
I imagined that this rain was pounding down on them
It was like their world was being bombed
Or maybe they were filling their pools or replenishing their spas.
Was this a tragic day for them?
Did the rain kill some of their friends?
In the insect world this rain must be harsh,
Unless they like living in a marsh.
Maybe I was over thinking things
Possibly this rain could be replenishing
Perhaps they have gardens too
Like we do
Maybe in their world there are crops galore
I imagine a lake maybe they float on it riding on leaves
Maybe they even like when the rain is pouring down
Is it possible this all could take place on the earth’s ground?
I would say as a human I don’t know all their needs
Nor do I know their wants
But that is what imagination is for
I think tomorrow I will imagine some more.