Once again, dreary, but beautiful.

I've heard the expression "Rain makes you beautiful" many a times now, but I have yet to see any bit of evidence supporting this phrase... when it comes to my hair that is. I supose if you happen to be a plant, you would find that phrase to be quite accurate indeed, since you would need those precious raindrops to nurish your continuously growing, leafy self... but I have yet to see such positive results in my own being, especially in my hair. Since these past few days have been rather rainy, I found myself quite a few times in the predicament of walking in the rain (and in the humid outdoor air). From these experiences, I can confidently tell you from first-hand experience that that dear phrase which you know so well is complete utter nonsense. No amount of straightening is able to protect my hair from the rain's wrath. I straighten it optimistically, hoping that the humidity will act kindly today and spare my hair from it's fury, but time and time again it attacks without warning and styles my hair back into my naturally wavy, limp blob of frizz. I really don't understand why I so stubbornly continue to ignore the inevitable and straighten my hair on such rainy days as these, but I never have yet disappointed myself and given in to the obvious defeat awaiting me as soon as I step out of the house. I think it will most likely remain one of those unsolvable mysteries which I will never fully understand about myself.

Today I felt inspired, so I wrote a couple poems between classes...

To Warm a Soul

It peeked out behind the clouds
Let its joy rain down
Laughed melodies to warm the coldest of souls
Whispered of peace, of bliss, of happy times awaited
Then ducked back behind its cloak of grey.

Footsteps

They clamor along in all directions, all paces
Some move with ease, others suffer quiet hesitation
Off to different lives different dreams
Different destinies patiently await them
But of each of their fates, I know not.