Quijonsith

It's a rainy day outside.  It's a rainy day inside. The stars are hidden.  The rain is pooling.  The mud is sloshing and sticking and grueling. I come in from the wet, but my soul is still such.  It's weighed down and heavy and dripping too much. I chat with my loves.  My soul I do spill.  Flowing into their cups, but still climbing up hill. The rain is pouring.  My sorrow equates.  A world of hate out there, for my soul it awaits. The rain starts to soften.  Then I feel a breeze.  Through my window a feeling, a presence, an ease. My minds eye is racing.  Across worlds I am facing.  It's me she's embracing.  In my heart she is placing.