Rain in the Desert
Posted by Ronald Huereca 
I’m feeling you, are you there?
I’m missing you, do you care?
I’m thinking of you, it’s not fair!
I’m dreaming of you, I just stare.
Why do I feel like a child throwing a fit?
Why do I stand when I know I must sit?
Why do I play with a hard ball and no mitt?
Why do I want what I know I can’t get.
©Copyright 2001
