The sky is crying today.
We miss you.
And sometimes that pit in my stomach volcanoes through the edges of my eyes spurting out these things that society calls tears.
It hurls drops so big that they pang my heart with pain every-time they’re released.
The windshield wipers scrape across the windshield violently.
They’re mad too.
We feel lied to.
And all I really have power over is this pedal, so I point my toe past parallel like doc Brown gave me this car.
Like I could use it to go back!
I want to go back.
I need to go back.
But I’m stuck here marinating in the memories fedexed by my neglect.
And on rainy days like this.
When it is you I miss.
And the steering wheel can’t take me to the destination my heart desires.
I’m reminded,
The importance of looking out my window.
As the leaves in the trees dance unapologetically.
And the clouds in the sky race beautifully..
The importance of stepping out of the shelter of my car.
And letting the gentle shower massage my face.
Letting the warmth of the muddied sand swallow my toes whole.
There is beauty in the struggle.
So I don’t mind the storm.
I don’t mind the reminder.
To dance in the rain–
But know, I’ll never stop missing you.
