rainy day

I sit at the window, watching, smelling.

Seeing the rain fall past the big, heavy, grey and black clouds in the sky.

But I do not talk, no.

I do not sing, nope.

I think.

Think of all the things that could have been. Most of the time I think of you. You made me smile once. Made me laugh. But times like that is well done and over.

So I shall sit here on this rainy day, and watch as the sky poor out its own tears of sorrow.

I shall sit here and do nothing but listen to the pidder padder of the rain. I shall sit here and smell how fresh it makes the world smell.

But I shall not dwell on that fact that you, you my friend have no place in the army of raindrops gracing my window seal.