Forecast

Was looking through some old documents on my PC, and found this gem from my freshman year.
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The morning announced itself with sheets of rain.
I was awakened by the sound of drops slapping against my window.
Touching my face I brought back fingers moist and warm
….and the water hadn’t come from the rain.

I had been crying even in my sleep.

That’s when the night’s headache came back to me.
I don’t think I’ve cried for so long or prayed so hard in some time.


It’s tough, this love thing. And even though he told me he just “didn’t have it in him” to give, I still yearned to love and be loved by him.
And it’s not because I am foolish, but because I am in love with him.
Even though now I am convinced there is no difference...

I can not remember
walking to the bus stop
or where I sat in class
or even what I ate for breakfast...

When I close my eyes all I remember is the heavens' threat of thunder, and taking an exam I probably bombed because I spent the entire time daring tears to spill from my eyes.



And the forecast says it promises to rain all week...

But I don't need no weatherman to tell me that.

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Good stuff. :]