The cacophony of condensation
Corrodes at my energy
The water scolds me
Shames me for getting out of bed
Calls me foolish for making plans
And I, like a wide eyed child,
Is brutally aware of my mistake.

In my youth,
I could listen to these complaints.
The rain could whisk me back to bed,
Fog up my plans
It could shade me from my responsibilities
As long as I would right my wrongs.

Now,
I must ignore the pleading from the heavy handed Cumulonimbus
I must stay grounded to a world where looking up is child’s play
I mustn’t be swayed by a few tears
I answer to more than mother nature
It’s too late for that.

But my innocence still calls for me to listen.
Go dance in the Sky’s sorrow
Just for right now.
Just for right now.