A beautiful morning is dawning,
The sun chasing the shadows of the night.
The sky is that perfect pallet of colors
There isn't a cloud in sight.
The day promises to be cheerful and warm,
The sun mocking any bit of pain
Everyone rejoices at the blue sky,
But I miss the rain.
The sky is clear, and the birds break into song.
I want the lightning and the thunder.
I need a violent wind to toss the waves
And threaten to pull me under.
I crave the fierceness of a storm
A downpour that soaks me to the bone
I want trees to blow and branches to break
I want a tragedy unlike any ever known.
The birds cotinue to twitter
And the flowers begin to bloom
The sun chases away all the shadows,
And attempts to dispell the gloom.
My world is tumbling around my ears
And the weather will not take the blame.
The perfection magnifies my solitude,
And god, I miss the rain.