The sky is weird
It’s cloudy
And it’s not weird that it’s cloudy but it has this odd yellow tinge
Like the Sun is in places it ought not to be at 11am
Like outside is cloudy at 4pm right now
And it could rain
Rather I’m willing it to
Rain in July
I was wondering where the wind was
And then they swept by my legs
And again for good measure
What strange weather this is
Clouds depicting the wrong time of day
What is this strange place I’ve woken up in?
This day feels off
I didn’t get to sit in my sunbeam this morning
Please don’t suddenly become cloudy just as Saturn is coming up
I missed so much of him last year
I miss when he was in the Summer
Well, as long as the wind’s there, eh?
I wish the clouds would fall to the ground
That curious way that dandelions stay closed in the shadows but open under the clouds
Like they’re welcoming
The rain
That just started falling
Blessed be it
Ah the moment the rain begins to fall
What lovely and cooperative clouds these are
We need a word for it
The beginning of the rain
A nice Summer downpour
That would be nice
The yellowness has faded
They’re back to being grey
What a strange moment that was
Like the sky above them was on fire
How peculiar this world is
You always show me such interesting things
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