Rain

i walk in and out of storms.

yesterday, i walked into another.

those around faced their heads to the ground.

they spickered and sputtered about some distant lover

their faces were gray

their faces only relayed

everything within a public display,

on this "gloomy" day.

well, i suppose that's just cliche;

not me, i would not join them in 'this' today.

gloom, you come and you go.

you trick us to believe that we need you so,

grasping tightly to our memories and ego.

well, not today, gloom.

today, i welcome Rain

to wash away the leftover stains

Rain, you are gentle,

and you cause little pain.

i like that there's not much i have to explain.

i guess that it's written all over me

in dark, bold printing.

rain, come often,

rain, come hard.

a friend some days

and gloom for the most part.

despite it, come again 

and again 

and again.

I look forward to our next meeting.