Today it rained, it rained as if the sky was mourning my death
I was not dead, I was alive, somewhat
The rain did not relent, water bouncing off the roof, trickling down the sidewalls and seeping into the ground
And then swelling around, puddles turning to ponds.
The clouds were heavy, shaking off their burden.
I watched with envy, a luxury I don’t have.
Today it was humid and I could feel the restless breathing
I couldn’t breathe and yet I was alive while the sky mourned my death.
On a disappointing day, in a sorrowful way.