It's a Lovely Day

It's a lovely day when the rain
Pierces through the rainbow sky
And hails down upon all
Hopes and Dreams.
My father would say that
Each bubble can be popped by
Rock, paper, or scissor,
But he's never really met you.
I want the wind to thrash,
Howl through the city,
Whisk you off into a starless night.
Let a wave, full of emotions,
Be just one more thing to
Put you down and help you dig your grave.
Unmarked, of course.
Lightning will strike as though
Your name said is curseful,
And snow will melt to uncover
All your vengeful, secret sings.
A lovely day to recognize the
Reflection of this truth is in me.