Is It Going to Rain Today?

I looked to the skies,

The skies in my mind.

They must think me blind,

That I can't see their lies.

Skies full of a deep grey,

Sadness why have you come?

Could it be that I am dumb,

Are you here to forever stay?

Can always trust a grey cloud,

It can never deceive you.

The grey tint is always true,

Even if the thunder is loud.

What is this upon my face?

Water has begun to fall.

Did the clouds hear my call,

Or am I just a disgrace?

Soak me right to the bone,

Taking root is my passion.

Passion won't be rationed,

Among masses shall be sown.

Leave the depths and see it's sunny,

So why do I feel this gloomy way?

Is it going to rain today?

Don't put a damper on me, honey!

You know, it is sometimes as if people are like the rain. Sometimes you love it, you want it to fall on you, to dance and immerse in it. Then other times you wish that you had an umbrella to shield you from it, and the people who can do that are rare. Even more so my memories tend to rain on my parade, and the only thing that can shield me are others and their kindness.

Oh, won't you be my umbrella?