It’s raining in my head
but the sun’s out, dancing
on patches of grass.
It’s not storming
just wet enough for my thoughts
to stay inside.

And there are birds
chirping through my ears
just making noise.
But I’m not worried;
I checked the forecast.

Soon my cerebellum will shine.
Soon warm rays will reach
into forgotten cavities,
soaking up the puddles.

Soon, our weather will match.

Just look for the rainbow
stretching, like a smile,
from ear to ear.