why in our bright youth
do we embrace the gray rain –
out of empathy?
and the seasons change
till we bask in setting suns
and golden evenings.
A/N: Y’all, where I live, it doesn’t rain often. In my car, as I type this, the rain is begging to be let in… And, no, I’m not skipping school… I write this in the morning and schedule the posts.
Chaos of Life 