Torrential
The dusk has withered away
Memories of light always seem to fade
wrapped up in blankets and sheets
Unknown of her deceit
Waiting for the stormy rain.
Im not your sunny day,
But rather whom you choose
To dance with while in the storm.
And when your cloud rolls away
I cant shine like the sun
Im just your momentary high
Your drug of choice
For rainy eyes
The umbrella under your stormy sky.
Robert Kade Durant