Grey clouds seem to never leave my sky
With every dash of sun light comes heavy clouds ready to be released
Running through the rain to find shelter never seems to be successful
Always left drenched from head to toe, my world seems always to be wet and dark
But no matter the odds i run to the shelter knowing I'll get wet
There comes a day ill just stand still giving up the fight to see the blue sky shine bright
There comes a day when getting wet matters no more even if the heart desires that one dry spot.
