It Looks Like Rain

It looks like rain, clouds are looking a couple shades of grey. Not quite fifty. The darker ones are noticeable enough to read though. The breeze is warm. Feels good against my skin. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, then breathed again. It feels good outside, but it looks like rain. The view from the porch is nice. As the wind makes the fall leaves sway and my grandma's old chime sings. I might just join the chime for a note of two. The cracks of my mouth point toward my eyes and my heart followed it's trend. My feet wants hit the ground, but it looks like rain. A few rain drops won't hurt. As a kid I've played in it. That's what my mind would say. My body is disagreeing. Foreseeing tomorrow would have is own forecast of cover and recovering for me. The rain hasn't come yet but I'm sure of it. Look at those clouds, it has to be. Maybe it will come and go, it'll past. It couldn't possibly last, not too long. I mean it's too warm and feel good not to be enjoying this day. I refuse to stay on this porch. I'm just going to get caught in this rain. Stepping down a step as the now stormy skies has now established itself. As the rain goes from looks like maybe to look like it's most certain. The sky becomes a stage as the rain gets ready to makes its grand entrance. Right on cue, the sun breaks through. Spend so much time anticipating trouble just because it looked the part. Looks like the only thing that kept me from enjoying my day was myself. It looked like rain. Now I'm looking at sunshine.