I’ve never been one to let the clouds settle
I always welcomed the wind that pushed them away
But the rain tumbles down
And absorbs in my hair
And there is no wind in the forecast.
I soak it up and find comfort in the wet
Find that this is where I feel I need to be
Because to feel anything else would only make me feel guilty
So I bask in the gray
While the stationary cloud shows no sign of moving.