It rained as i sat and composed my thoughts and felt the rot and pain from within me. It rained and the air grew cold as it forcefully vented the frustration of a hot and still summer day. Hot and stupid.
It rained today. Warmth, sunshine and the laughter of children all ran into the sewers, and i opened my windows and pulled out the screens to welcome their absence. It rained as if it had never rained before, and perhaps it hadn't. Not in comparison. The sun was far away now, and in the darkness left behind I became a shadow in my own room, two eyes burning from within one of many vague silhouettes.
It rained today. The right wish sometimes will come true. Weather bends to set the mood, and my first smile creeps into place because i know i am the only person enjoying this. It rained, and i needed that.
It rained today, and during the oppression of that storm the entire world was mine, for i was barren and here were my surrogate tears.
© 1995 Rob F.