Starting points are all well and good but its hard not to be cliche...

Look at that, irony in the first title? See? See what I did there? 

Ok, it sucks. 

I'm not even going to try to do anything else clever right now. I'll just post a couple of poems, as NO ONE WILL EVER READ THIS BLOG LIKELY. 

In honor of the rainy weather we've been having here at home:

Storm Song

Dancing barefoot in the street,
arms flung wide to catch
the whole wide world within.
Rain pit pats on her head, soaking
hair twirling as a wingless angel
waltzes with her chimeric cohort.
Laughter peals, with rolling thunder
forms a sonnet of eddying sound.
More vibrant than the shy rainbow,
her heart sings brilliant in those
sky bright eyes of clearest blue.
Abundant and free, her spirit flies forth
on lightning wings of electric emotion.
Never to be held aground again.

and another, its just old.

Nighttime Brilliance

The music's gotten louder, I can feel it in my pulse.

Dance with me, right beside me, you can feel it too.

Twist a little closer to me, names don't matter,

the spinning lights know. All night long, we will

be closer than lovers, sharing secrets in the shadows.

Come daylight, I'll be gone. Hazy sound drunk memory

blend with the glow sticks, beat, and soul of the music

until we emerge, Technicolor butterflies from a raver's cocoon.

And now to publish before I chicken out.