Sun showers, as it shines, the rain pours
As if the beating sun cries for all it has scorched throughout the day
As if this small show of cooling is its atonement for the damaged cracked skin across your shoulders
The cooling water slides down your back, leaving a trail of humidity in its path
The guilt it feels suffocates you with the moisture in the air swirling with the defening heat like a blanket wrapped around your throat
You claw your face
But its inside you, seeping in you, seeking your sanity
It whispers why is it my fault, all I do is work every day, shining on the planet, creating life, you know without me you wouldn't have ever been born, I gave you life
And you know it's true but it doesn't quell the fact your body is red, peeling, in agony from its intensity,
But it whispers its only for a season... for it will get cold and how you will kiss the ground hoping for those warm rays...
Sep 17, 2025
Sep 17, 2025 at 2:48 PM UTC
Sun showers, as it shines, the rain pours
As if the beating sun cries for all it has scorched throughout the day
As if this small show of cooling is its atonement for the damaged cracked skin across your shoulders
The cooling water slides down your back, leaving a trail of humidity in its path
The guilt it feels suffocates you with the moisture in the air swirling with the defening heat like a blanket wrapped around your throat
You claw your face
But its inside you, seeping in you, seeking your sanity
It whispers why is it my fault, all I do is work every day, shining on the planet, creating life, you know without me you wouldn't have ever been born, I gave you life
And you know it's true but it doesn't quell the fact your body is red, peeling, in agony from its intensity,
But it whispers its only for a season... for it will get cold and how you will kiss the ground hoping for those warm rays...
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