It begins with a sky that forgets
how to be blue.
Clouds swell like unspoken words,
thick with the ache of holding too much.
Rain does not ask permission.
It falls,
not to cleanse,
but to remind you that even the sky
breaks sometimes.
......
It begins with a sky that forgets
how to be blue.
Clouds swell like unspoken words,
thick with the ache of holding too much.
Rain does not ask permission.
It falls,
not to cleanse,
but to remind you that even the sky
breaks sometimes.
......