Rain

As I sit here looking out to the empty void of a window. 

I can’t remember how I got here. 

The rain spills so fast from the skies that it looks like snow at first. 

But then I see all the gray in the world when it rains. 

All the mud, the faded grass, the overflowing black tar of the roads. 

City skylines now look like drab canyons made of old steel and iron. 

Houses built years ago sag into the earth as new families settle in and the old ones rock in their chairs. 

No animals come out to greet the passing cars, who move slowly with cautious drivers. 

Gripping their hands tight around the cheap leather wheels that controls the metal horses of the new age. 

Puddles form to become small oceans, parks become swamps for an afternoon baseball game. 

I stare at this void of rain. 

Wondering when it will stop. 

But then I see a daisy. 

Its white petals, like a long dress flowing in the breeze and dancing with the raindrops. 

Not a care in the world about the gray skies. 

Only waiting for the sun to poke out of the clouds and embrace it with warmth. 

Years later, I still sit by this window. And I still see that daisy, waiting patiently for that comforting hug. 

-K