Distractions

I don't know how we all got so distracted.
Couldn't sit and watch the first drop fall from the sky
And why we describe boredom as like watching paint dry.

I don't know when we lost our attention and 
our thoughts became so numb.
We'd rather watch screens do noubt
than with our minds have endless fun.

There can be little more exciting than waiting for a train &
Watching from the sky fall, floods of endless rain.
Yet down our heads stare, instead, at tiny little boxes
That hold more information than we can possibly retain.

There's little more enchanting than the tears that soak us through
Gravity enticing the sky right down to you
There'e little more surrounding than living in the cloud
Yet our mood is described as grey unless the sky is blue.

So screen, screen go away and halt your muddled chatter
Rain, rain, here to stay in clumps of puddle matter

Lift up your head, throw down your hood
Roll around in the rain soaked mud
Peer at the sky, let your eyes get wet
Experience your being completely reset

Let your phone drip in the puddle
and evaporate into the air
And then, from there you will have
somewhere more interesting to stare.