Random 4:41 pm

I see the blues in the skies
with every passing cloud
and every ray that shines
Yet it feels so cold
despite the sun being out

Sometimes, the rain begins to fall
until I become soaked
with a sadness that I cannot control
Other times, it showers me
with a hope that makes me feel alive

But no matter what,
I continue to see the blues in the skies
like I see them in the green of your eyes