it seemed to rain everyday for a month the entire time the dull gray skies seemed a reflection of my soul

now the sun shines through the crystal blue and in this naked exposure i find myself longing for the rains

i am as tumultuous as those thunderheads that hung morosely over the uncaring concrete and glass fangs

far too insecure insincere and inept to immerse myself in the daylight finding shadows to be more a home

so you’ll have to excuse me as i glare nervously out the blinds at a world that needs far more than i am able to deliver