It's soft and gloomy today.
With a slight breeze and painted clouds.
The sun peeks through and kisses the flowers.
I can sit and stare from my window for hours.
I'll wait for a mist that flirts with the earth.
I'll watch and I'll wait.
It's the perfect day to put my thoughts to hopes.
It's so perfect that I wait for our the dirt to soak.
Yes it's perfect, but I still want more.
I would love to smell the rain and pavement while the sky pours.
It's a few steps above the perfect day today.
It's hope for a day that's more, much more than today.
And so I'll watch and I'll wait.
And I'll watch and wait.
Just shows, that we always want more.
Even on a beautiful day. I started out writing this poem thinking it was a perfect day, but soon realized that I wanted rain.