It rains every day for me....I don't know when it will end. The air is heavy...the sky is dark. Things have never been so hard.
Every day there is a chance it could change... but when I look outside I recognize the same weather that I have grown tired of...it follows me. I find it. I don't know which is more accurate.
I wish the clouds knew that joy could change their color. I wish my smile could stop the rain. I wish my thoughts were louder now. I wish my brown eyes could be a window to a brighter day. But I'm not. It is. They won't change. It just rains.
