Bubbling, frothing,
Fluffy blooming mass
Grey white
Scattered across the air of blue
A million, billion raindrops
Forever changing
Living monsters
Morphing,
Shapes to beings
Oblivious of gravity,
Or people’s wishes

Tho our minds crave the storm for attention
It does as no one asks,
Showering rough upon us
Distorting our water proof masks.

it is 9:24
and the
insecurities of you haunt me
like gray skied-snowflakes
I wish I could crush them
in my yellow-white teeth
till they are powdery
turned into a powerless narcotic
diet soda tastes sweeter
than regular
spilling onto the seat of the car
I ordered it anyway
it's raining and there are
diet coke kisses on my
tongue
cloudy raindrops on
my forehead
dandelions in
my eyes

The melodic sound of the rain
It lightly taps on my window
Begging to come in
Longing to be heard by the world inside

It beats all around the still structure I call home
Running down its rooftop
Gliding across the doorstep

What is the rain trying to say
Does it speak of love
Does it speak of sorrow
Who can tell what the rain feels

The clouds are gray
But is that all an illusion
The sun still shines above

Maybe the rain is singing of the beauty
it sees above those dreary clouds

Maybe, just maybe, the rain is dancing to the heart beat of the world.

gentle, but hesitant
he lifts the china to his lips,
and like the tea scolds his tongue,
he punishes himself.
at this time,10:30 a.m, weekdays
she brewed the same Seattle cinnamon
that now flooded his system with her memory;
through Puget Sound and
evaporated into constant cloudy skies that pour
rain into the mind of a man of many mistakes;
last of which being losing her and
the comfort she brought;
something as constant and
as taken for granted as
the weather.

It’s the year of gloom and the day’s morbid

Never morning enough, clouds – they forbid

The mood is on the brink – of an imprecise dawn

Chugging on like a mundane mover in lawn

Sanity is in the black – grief is at peak.

All is fine with the world – not but with me.

For lack of the sun
The yellow flowers became
The light of today

I've always been here for you.
We may not say much or see each other often,
but you are my best friend.
Best friends are there for each other.
During the good and bad times.
I may only call when something is wrong because there's not much going on in between.
In between the bad times are things so insignificant they're forgotten about in a matter of hours.
I never thought anyone wanted to listen to me speak about nothing,
but I should have know you weren't just anyone.
You were the one good thing in my life.
You were...
You are the person I love the most.

I hope one day we can get back to how it was.
But knowing now how you feel, I know we never will.
So I guess this is goodbye.
We need to find happiness in ourselves,
and the first step is moving on.

My dear sunshine,
this is goodbye.
Goodbye on a very cloudy day.