It’s not supposed to rain today.
I feel water trickling down my face,
yet when I look up to the sky,
the sun warms and dries the rain
dropping from invisible clouds
The back of my throat is hurting,
I keep swallowing for no reason,
and my nose is filled with sniffles;
flu season comes late this year
I taste water trickling down my face,
collecting at my lips
to seep in to the tip of my tongue,
collecting at the tip of my nose
to form drops that tickle when they release
I clench my jaw so it hurts,
I lose myself in washing the dishes,
There is a distinct pain in my chest,
I really should find an umbrella,
I really should take some medicine
I feel water trickling down my face,
yet when I look up to the sky,
the sun warms and dries the rain
dropping from invisible clouds
It’s really not supposed to rain today.
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Rain and dark clouds come and go, they nourish things to bloom that can grow from rain and cooler, darker temperatures. From those moments most beautiful things sprout from the decay.
You need sunlight to wash away the rain, even if it does threaten to shine brightly.