nostalgic. listening to the rain
and blessed, booming thunder
augmenting heart beats
shaking chests
days like these gives us reason to stay inside
sit. listen.
hear the thunder within our souls
reflect
raindrops splatter
mirroring my own
one or two on my fingers
millions fall outside
but it doesn't rain here
merely sounds put to music
only blue skies out my window
shards of cobalt peaking through palms
shining on my tear-filled stormy soul
