I ran from the sun
and now I’m homeless.
I ran to the place
with clouds galore;
I sought a new holder of my heart
in storms and thunder
that would pour down
and drench that dried sunshine.
I wanted to be a refugee
in my new hurricanes.
I didn’t miss the dead weeds
and the old trees
but I realized
I would drown
in this downpour.
“You need to heal”, he told me
“The rain needs you.”
But all I could see was that old gray.
My heart was at home
and I never should have left our sunshine
for a cloudy day.