I’m caught in it again: this urge - THE urge -
Like my heart will burst if I don’t create
It’s like the weather follows suit -
The mood I’m in: it ebbs and broods
The clouds, the sky, the way the rain hits the pane
The way it looks within the flurries
I’m glad it’s not sunny today.
If it was, my heart might just break.
I want to stand outside.
I want the rain to fall against my pride.
