Writin' in the Rain

I'm here standin' in the rain at this ever chanigin' lane my hustlin' keepin' me sane goodwill incripted on my brain wavin' my thumb in the air in hope of hitchin' a ride hikin' through all the strive someone will eventually stop and let me in, I prayed to God He always delivers, plus this spot I picked's stationed at one of Modderdam Road's busy four way robots what sort of car will I get into today? will it be a Mercedes, Bantam, truck or horse and cart, doesn't really matter and don't really mind as long as I get to where I'm goin'in one flexible piece I'd be more than well pleased Please! protect me Lord I might not have a lot, but what I have is more than enough to feed this seed germinatin' inside of me, can't you see this is the makin's of an inspired being with a platinum heart and a damn good feel for words milkin' the alphabet for all it's worth embracin' the rain that's blottin' this wrinkled page, kissin' my face washin' away all my fears strengthened in the known that with nothin' I'm blessed with everythin' my country can give Thank You! God for this found the answers to uninspired tears, wiped it away with my newly discovered inner strenght and believe first had to shift through all these sosietal myths chainin' me in my own skin stumbled upon a simple truth the truth of Simulacrum meanin' that people are happy with copies of the real thin' a new word I just learned from a Brown Paper mate of mine to add to my 'well endowed' vocabulary sounds of pure appreciation flowin' onto this soaked up page, now splashed across this connected screen all in with the help of the Lord take the -um- away and add an a then you left with the plural form Simulacra remindin' me of the Kumma Sutra techniques I had earlier shared with my lady, soulful lover and friend in passionate earnest she so sincere, always ready to cater to my gratifyin' needs leavin' me well oiled to further venture into my discovered day Few! what an experience to write in the rain, OOH YEAH! this chill just ran up and down my tinglin' spine of wet inspiration knowin' my back is strong enough to wade of any thoughts of a cold strengthened by God Thank You Lord! someone's just stopped here I go wish me luck watch me work my poetic charm reachin' the window I instantly flash a toothy smile disguised as a grin I get the green light and jump right in the robot turns green and off we go Jur'ni's on another journey of to U.W.C filled with love inspiration and joy, I know you might think I'm lyin' a bit, but I'm not this piece come to life in the rain admittedly though it was nothin' more than slight sporadic drizzle enjoy the read and continue to write your poetry in peace, peace....