I was thinking of you as I skipped a rock today.

It didn't go anywhere, just stuck in the mud.

Rocks don't skip in an empty pond.

You would think as much as it's been raining on me that my pond would be full.

Where does the water go?

I would give anything for one last skip.

The rain is what's keeping it empty.

I wish the sun would come out and make things beautiful again.

The sun would fill it up for me.

Then I could skip a rock across the pond with a smile on my face.