Some days there is an ache
That ripples through my soul like an echo in an empty cave.
Where it started, I'll never know
But it seems endless on my empty days.

Every new day is a blessing
Is another chance                    
To change
In your life

Sometimes all we need
is silence in our head
and the sound of rain

This morning I woke up to the cool air and the smell of rain that came from my half opened window. The sky way a shade of dark grey, and the mood was gloomy. I leaned forward the window to listen and watch the rain. The small but heavy drops made puddles on my window sill. The sent of coffee brewing peeked through the cracks under my door. And I finally got myself to climb out of my cozy and warm bed.

when the leaves are crunching beneath your feet, and the rain is pouring on your shoulders
you'll know its autumn
and when the skies are dark, but your head is high
you'll know its that time of year
where your cheeks get cold and your nose gets red
and you'll know this is where you belong