National Poetry Month, again. Day 3

Wow, kids - it's been a long time since I've posted anything, and here it is, already April - so you know what that means: YUP, National Poetry Month!!!!!!  This is where I challenge myself to write a new poem every day and post it here.  Some are good, some are bad, some have serious potential.  But, if you read the title, you know one thing is true:  I've missed days 1 and 2 already!!  This is how it works.  I will miss an occasional day here and there, and so I have to make it up, by giving you extra doses of poetry.  Today, that means a three-fer!!!!!!  I will confess that these ones, because I am playing catch-up, are simply things I have written previously and shared anonymously before.  None have really been edited, so what you're getting is, at least, authentic.  From here on out, though, you're getting the original raw stuff.  I hope you enjoy!!

Thanks for reading,

Me

listening to the rain

i like to listen to the rain
on a day i have nothing to do,
and let the sound of each droplet on the window glass
water my naked soul as it would the ground,
refreshing and new,
life springing again from within me
from the gentle coaxing of the rain
as it falls so willingly to the soil.

new music

finding new music to dance to,
new themes to explore,
new sounds to begin my day,
and lead me into the quiet nights,
where i can lose myself 
in rhythm and melody,
reach into a part of my soul and rip it out,
feeling the pleasure and the pain of it,
all through a new song
by a new artist -
new music that soothes the old me,
and helps me find my rebirth.

old tools

the feeling of an old tool,
dirty handle smooth from use,
numbers worn off  the sweep,
and i cannot call it by name,
other than to say "my favorite"
because it has more use
and has become an extension of my soul.