You are a sky of broken promises; In the early morning, bluer than blue, By midday, overcast with a shower on the way, As evening falls, I trudge home hunched against your cold rain, My trusty umbrella doing its best to shield me from my disappointment.
Yet again.
βWhen all is said and done, the weather and love are the two elements about which one can never be sure.β - Alice Hoffman, Here on Earth