Sometimes the sky can get cloudy,
and we are reminded of our fragile thoughts
and the ones that never returned the gift of love.

We stare into a sky
full of hurt;
full of hate;
full of thrown fists and hollow words.

We seem to only notice the rain.

We feel the droplets hit us,
with the echoes of hidden pain
and broken trust.

We taste
the salty tears
and our bitten tongues
from words left unspoken.

We hear the silence
and the absence of life
and love and color.

We only notice the rain.

We only notice the ones we have lost,
and not the many yet to be found.

We only notice the written stories,
and not the blank canvas before us.

We only notice the dreadful road behind us,
but not the golden paradise of peace ahead.

Sometimes the sky can get cloudy,
and we are reminded of our fragile thoughts,
and the ones that never returned the gift of love.

We may only notice the rain,
but that does not mean
the sun is not there.