it’s about to rain, and I don’t know how to feel about that.
I used to like those signs of an oncoming afternoon shower:
the sun shines a little brighter, at first.
I suppose it knows it is being upstaged, so it kicks out a few extra rays underneath the pressure only to be overshadowed by clouds as they inch their way center-stage.
I can smell the rain.
I know I’m not the only one, but I like to pretend, sometimes, that I am.
And I also know I’m not the only one stuck with this all-too-cliche’ feeling — this aching, gnawing sensation that reminds me of what I already know:
that I, too, am fading out.
And I guess, I, like the sun just before an afternoon rain, know that I'll soon be upstaged, too.
So, here I am - kicking out a few of my own rays just before I buckle underneath the pressure of all these ******* clouds.