pour me

tonight it rains
and the sky got over
his blues
and now the clouds
are partying
and all the gray matter
shuffling around
gets a good washing

I sit here
with my windows open
watching the outside
from the inside
and see the streets
come clean
of the words
that used to scuttle
on them

I wonder how it is
that so many get depressed
when it rains
because I love
the sounds and smells
and the private seclusion
of stormy weather
and the way everying
gets cooler afterwards

and the calming I feel
as wet weather
always reminds me
of the past
and brings the onset
of much intraspection
and knowing myself
as well as I do
I know that reflection
is always beneficial
as I pursue tomorrow

I am rambling on too long
and I hope the rain does too