i wrote this in my head, only moments ago. already fleeting and leaving me a bit cold.
it rains tonight. it rains all day. and it feels to me almost as if the day never did break.
i enjoy the silence, the stillness, even in a gust of wind. moody, and somehow fresh.
it rains tonight, and somehow reminds me of who i am-- best alone, left with my thoughts.
i feel the overwhelms, and mostly my hands want to sing. to call out and make music. but mostly in my head.
it rains tonight. it somehow awakens pieces of me; past, present, future and undone. the lost pieces, the hidden ones-- there, right there, hiding in the places that never speak. except perchance between the lines.
i wrote this in my head tonight, as it tempted rain, and it came out quite perfectly.
for a moment.