impending storm

It rained today, but I can’t stop thinking about the future. 

In a world of war and lies and deceit and wrong,

All I seem to focus on is the little things.

Did that come off as indifferent? Was I wrong to think that?

These insecurities fester in my veins

Like bacteria in a petri dish.

If left untamed, they will multiply,

Encroaching on anything with the potential for good.

So I have to tell myself-no, force myself-

To pay attention to that droplet racing down the window,

Instead of the flood warning on the television.