It was all fine and sunny
your voice sounded warm and friendly
And the fluffy clouds at me smiled
Opening their bellies after a long night of rain dropping
palms, clouds, streets, cars,
they all encompassed to make me feel glad
But the today came
And fine gray mist
Covers the sidewalks this morning
Fine gray melancholy
Rests my tired soul too this morning
Rain, drops, tears, an afar affair revisited
Brings back old fears, suspicion, and sadness,
Or something like that
I don’t want to see the rain again on my patio
Without feeling protected somewhere
so yes this Friday grayish morning
Don’t know why, but i suspect why, all of a sudden
I feet like the rain:
Falling lonely
