you are a week long drizzle
the nights only grow colder in the second half of the year
not exactly an earth-shattering storm
but you aren't a clear day in los angeles either
and in moments like these i know i didn't keep you around for the water for my flowers
i know i kept you around because i just like to be cold
to wipe my muddy rain boots by the front door every night and sigh as if my breath was a smoke i so desperately held back
with your stupid water droplets running down my window and blocking my view from the bigger picture,
or your nostalgic smell of dirty penny weather water to remind me of the times the rain brought me joy,
but that's all you'll ever be
a week long drizzle
not the perfect thunderstorm
or a pleasant pouring on a sun rising sunday morning
more of an inconvenience than a lift
YOU ARE READING
please don't tell my mom I stole her car in 2015 to drive to Chicago at 4 a.m.
Poetry"we don't read and write poetry because it's cute. we read and write poetry because we are members of the human race."
