Opening eyes into a dull world is the worst thing that can happen. First impressions count a lot.
I woke up today to find that the sun was lost. The sky was crying, thundering in it’s anger at the runaway beacon. Bad sign, I knew. Torrential downpour has always brought about grief for me.
Today was no different.
The rain that began in the wee hours of the morning and is still refusing to stop put this wabbit in quite a depressive-poetic mood.
Today my sun was the palest gray
A daytime moon
Eclipsing the gaiety yesterday I felt
My hand caught a teardrop
Till the sky wasn’t the only one crying.
And now as the rain dwindles, so do I.