the sun peeks through the clouds today
the clouds that are so big and gray
that stand high above the world
threatening us with a chance of rain
if it could be today, of all days
i'd teach my broken wings to fly
jump from this 10 story building
and finally let this go, and die
and each story holds a story of childhood days
running, playing, screaming, not knowing
that these great sunny days
would eventually be ruined with rain
you'd wait behind that window
watching the sky for a chance the sun
would just once, give you the sign
you could go back outside and run
eventually you come to like the sounds
the sounds of the rain, that let you sit
let you think, if you could just change this
everything would cause you and them less pain
each story holds a story of older days
sitting, staring, thinking, not knowing
that these old rainy days
would eventually be ruined by the sun
gravity finally begins to hit you
as your skin grows too big for your bones
it wrinkles and sags trying to hold on
just like your mind, desperately holds on
to the memories you had
of childhood days playing in the sun
never knowing, those days would be ruined
with age, with people, with pain
why would it even bother to rain?
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Submission Name: chance of rain 
