The sky is a perfect description
of my very soul.
The clear blue sky resembles my eyes
those moments when I feel whole.
It's delicate rains are my salty tears
dripping down my chin.
And the fluffy clouds are the shadows
I keep hidden behind my dimpled grin.
Sometime you can't predict my weather,
and the storms can be a bit too much.
But what is rain if not to show,
the world that it still needs my touch?