Rain Rain Rain

internal weather

Rain Rain Rain

I made a hiccup of this moment
The roof of tomorrow shall not weather my internal rain
I ask you humbly to inhabit your soul
I ask you kindly that I may dry from this toil
As I step out of your bath blanket into my rain
Time so sweet I'll remember your name
The passage from the storm ahead of my whistle
Thank you so much for the grace and the Order of Thistle.

Reviews

[Alfred Kukitz]

Thanks Jacob!

I think sadness brings about the best in me.

Regards,
Al

[jacob erin-cilberto]

really like this line,
"the roof of tomorrow shall not weather my internal rain"

that is masterful, my friend...i am sorry for your loss...