relieved that its the sun
now pouring down
but wishing it was rain
why isn't it rain, I worry
the clouds have emptied
but wishing they were full
skies as gray and sharp
as steel wool, fragile and
thin like this heavy mood
heavy and full comes through
the sun, like awareness of
the hopes and joys of love
(Image from onuen.tumblr.com)
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