Rain like this just looks like surrender,
A fender bender where you dole out 200, don't even argue figuring its not worth the air.
Breath seems heavier these days, harder to let go of, harder to take,
touches the pool bottom of your pair of lungs. Seems a waste to explain to a brick wall bargainer
the reasonable details of nobody's mistake.
Just reach into a wallet to quiet the soloist riot in a polyester blend.
That's how I see the atmosphere on days like this one.
Clouds collectively saying "all right, you win, have fun" as raindrops dive bomb like demons outta hell,
an adrenaline filled foray to get back to Earth. Cumulonimbus waving goodbye from heaven's driveway.
Is it that easy to let 'em go?
I guess so.
I'm not meaning to over criticize but when through the glass pane
I see puddles, flash-mob streams, colorless skies, I kind of wanna ask "what the fuck nature?
Did you even try to stop it, try to convince your droplets that staying could be worthwhile?
Or did you throw up your hands and pay in cash, not willing to deal with the inconvenience,
surrendering to another lonely day and setting an example that the fight takes energy and that's in short supply.
That the victory's not guaranteed so lets be terrified to try."
Hopefully I can break the trend but nature's way is pretty strong
and my resolve has been a little thin.
Bring your umbrella just in case.
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