Rain drops round over a blade of grass, before falling and hitting this solid mass

The clouds deepen to a dark shade of grey
Oh how I've never liked this kind of day...

Heavier and heavier they seem to grow until a bolt of lighting Strikes down below

All at once the sky begins to pour as I run to the safety of your big red door

There you stand with arms open wide
I smile excitedly and prance inside

Come love and get out of the storm
I promise to keep you forever safe
and forever warm

Now I can with confidence say
That I do too enjoy a rainy day

Do I find it easier to tell you how I feel when I'm not telling you how I feel...

I pray you speak the same language.

The defining feature that distinguishes  a wise bird from a foolish one is the color of reverence on their feather.

But the foolish bird has no need to be sad because tomorrow is a new day and reverence is as paintable as ever.

93 degree, sweat dripping, AC broken day dreams...

LIKE A MIRAGE.. thoughts appearing and disappearing of you as the heat in the room seaps into my mind and takes control...

Miles away, no contact, and my mind begins to spin...

Will he come home to me? Will we be happy? Is this real?

Of course this is real...

The AC is just broken...

Not my heart.

Some days:
To simply be alive is courage itself.