Posted in Blog, Creative Writing, Writing

Inevitable Rain

The sun rose,
so I followed,
the sky, warm and welcoming,
before the clouds came.
The clouds always come,
and I am always surprised,
as if the sunrise cannot ever be a signal of something other than brightness.

The sun rose,
and I responded, with my usual enthusiasm and blind optimism,
running around myself to escape the inevitable rain,
but just like the clouds,
it found me.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s