There was a storm outside
And I stayed in
I sat in my bedroom
With thoughts squished in
I took off my glasses
And looked through the pane
I looked at the snow
Which turned slickly to rain
The sky seemed so close
And blankets the trees
I sat in my chair
But I’d rather be on my knees
I’d rather be clutching a symbol
Or a pillow or two
I’d rather having nothing
Nothing else to do
But even as I write this
My phone starts to buzz
One day until assignment due
Yet my head’s full of fuzz
Because I have a million thoughts
That soar and crash above my head
I have too little time
And not enough has been said
So I sit in the storm
And watch the wind sigh
And I say goodbye to this moment
To this moment, goodbye
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Where I come from, the weather changes faster than the hours in the day sometimes. Storms are not common, but their occurrence is often expected. There is something magical about sitting inside when it becomes almost impossible to go out, and it usually leaves me reflecting. The rain and the clouds create the best days, in my opinion.
Alice Griffin Writes 