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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