it's the sun's loneliest week

depression turned into a storm
like it often does
with unchecked issues
**** weather's gonna make it clear
it's not happy

and it does so
now with lightning bolts
zeus is mad
and he takes it out on a random streetlamp

my brain forgot how to sleep this night
and i counted all the times the rain stopped
it stopped once
maybe to **** somewhere else

and it continued to rain
until morning

the crops are flooded now, dude
so is the beaten path
you make it hard for me to venture out
without mudding my shoes
or greeting the frogs

i already told the frogs
stop eating the fireflies

i venture out in the rain
without an umbrella
i needed a wakeup wash anyways

these days i have discovered
you can still smoke while it's raining
the heat from the ember is enough to warm the wet paper

and i stood
and stared

a week without the sun

doesn't mean it's gone,
mountains don't hide the moon
and storms don't hide the sun either

huh, there's always poetry there

little big inconveniences
means not that all is lost
or somethin

i guess the buddhists get a lot of rain too

the rain gets stronger

didn't matter

i could still smoke