Clouds pass over, white puffed with promise, black with doom, sometimes stopping dropping rain for me instead of crying. Tandem random even super Doppler radar didn’t know. My heart left my umbrella in my mind.
Wet and wanting, waiting for some son to dry me out.
The Lost Children: A Charity Anthology
I really like this piece. I really like your whole blog, actually. Why didn’t I come here sooner? Oh yeah…the crushing, heartbreaking relationship thing. Anyway…thanks for leaving a comment on mine so I could stumble across yours!
I’ll be adding you to my list of Ecks Rated. Hope you don’t mind…