you know how after it rains and then the wind blows, the trees always rain down a little shower of their own? that's what it feels like now that you're gone. the initial storm is over but every now and then a memory of you is reintroduced to my mind. I'm reminded of what came before with no hint of what is to come. the ever present clouds threaten even more rain and block any available sunlight to the point that I cherish the rain because it's become a normality.