You are like raindrops resting on soil
Flow into me like water
Gentle, as I am still a flower in bloom
Give me sunlit skies
And hold me to your chest;
I am still healing
Tell me about far off galaxies
And how you gaze  at stars
Wishing you could hold them in your hands
For light years they live in the skies
Only to burn so beautifuly
In the atmosphere
And we capture the experience in our memories
And admire blazing star dust
For  only seconds at a time

I wanted to write about the weather and how it was relatable; How I related to the gloomy storm clouds, but that’s just pathetic. I am sick of this woe is me persona. **** that and **** the weather. Tomorrow could be better, or possibly wetter weather! Whatever, **** it, deep breath and smile anyways.