Forecast


Have you ever gotten the feeling
That the weather changes with your mood?
It seems to rain every time I need to cry.
Sometimes I don’t cry, but I tilt my head
And let the raindrops roll down my cheeks instead.

It rained today.

As I went home, I heard thunder in the distance.
Now it’s directly overhead.
The phone rings, and now I know why
It’s storming today.
The weather is trying to warn me
That the cold is coming again.

God, please.
Let it keep storming.

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