loud poetry from a quiet girl

one-hundred-forty-second

the sky is annoying me.
It's grey and cloudy,
but it won't rain.
it's been like this for ages.
the suspense hurts.
why
won't
it
do
something.
it wants to,
I can tell.
It's trying.
every now and then,
a small few rain drops will come down.
it's a beautiful moment.
but then it returns to the still grey color.
I sympathize with the sky.

I'm sorry if you didn't understand this.