Another Rainy Day

As a storm convinces us each time that it has swallowed the sun,

I know this goodbye is not forever.

The Final Act.

the blowing leaves on the trees
roar like an audience encouraging me
to give them my all
to give them all of me,
the performance of my life.
I will give them a show alright.
If they want to see something life changing,
I'll show them.
But when I look back up
the leaves are motionless
and all I see are parts of myself
in the freshly fallen raindrops dripping
down my window.
My audience is gone
but it is too late now,
the show must go on.