another rainy day
you stare at the droplets on your open window
the colors of the sky are washed away
but you don’t really mind how
it is quiet enough to hear your own sighs
as the clock’s ticking goes by
the strawberry milk tastes sickly sweet
honeyed bread crumbs on your lips still
faint laughter from the black and white film
playing on your small tv
the coffee-stained pages of your book
flutter against your boyish fingers
but it feels good
the wind gently plays with your messy hair
whispers against the curves of your face
you smile and ask the clouds to linger
for another rainy day