I cherish those rainy days
the ones where the clouds can empathize with me
and the Angels become my crying buddies
sending their quiet, mutual feelings down to me
I cherish those rainy days
YOU ARE READING
windows to my soul
Poetryjust the sad thoughts that I'm left with at three in the morning and no one is awake to talk me off the ledge
rainy days
I cherish those rainy days
the ones where the clouds can empathize with me
and the Angels become my crying buddies
sending their quiet, mutual feelings down to me
I cherish those rainy days
