Rainy days in disarray, but rain I love though it pours but never rains… often just hail on my skin like claws. Separate entities to the world but alas feelings in this bowl are in a whirl.
Rainy days in disarray, though rain I’ve loved as I’ve watched myself sprout from nada to Alkata. A fusion mystified by actions undignified.
Rainy days in disarray… rain I’ve loved. Though it’s been harsh on ones skin, a midnight dance will always be one’s thing… a moment of solitude.
…rainy days, an undeniable love…