I hate it when the rain stops; When melancholy fades, I hate it when the growing stops, When clouds' whispers no longer fill the sky with wind shades. I hate it when the day caused by thunder sets, I hate it when quieter it gets. When the flickering lights go out, When my inner self can no longer shout. I hate it when the leaves go still, I hate it when the roads no longer squeal. I hate it when the rain stops; When melancholy fades, I hate it when the sky leaves me alone in saudade. ~Simroze 12•3•21 03:11am