There is rumbling in the sky.
There is rumbling on the ground.
One day there was a blue sky,
And the next a foggy, gray cloud.
She left out of hate, out of pride
Trying to break down her mother who fiercly cried.
He knows what is happening,
For a sprout, he has an old soul.
The soul of a dancing woman;
Who now cries as she looks to see
What her family has become.
And hopes that her love filled tears
Cleans all the hate away.

i feel like a child
a spoiled child
who wants what they cant have
its childish
and naive
but its how i feel
your like a piece of candy
like caramel
or taffy
i want the caramel
but no one will give it to me
so i have my fit
and hopefully grow up
im like a child
and your the dreamy piece of candy

We play with silence like a child
plays with a rubber band -
we stretch it and bend it until
it breaks, or until we tire
of the same old game.

when the language of rain
is in need of
translation.

when the parallel lines
have
crossed.

when observing the time
by the pizza boxes
arching
toward
a ceiling fan.

when pages of
stories are skipped
to the end unread.

rain touches the lonely,
rain is weaving  
the hearts
with dreams.

rain colors the lonely
arching in color
touching the sky.  

droplets  of water
through your window glass
tapping of comfort
of watering eyes.