Alone Inside My Forest Room, And Its Stormy, I Never Thought I'd Be In Bloom, But This Is Where I Start...

it was sticky and stuffy in the house
as I opened the window
I heard it
misty rain
gentle and delicate
I went outside to greet it
it fell on me like a blanket of dew
softly landing like butterflies do
lighting up your old beast of a truck
and I remembered that mom's cousin is going to fix it
he said he could
he could make it a gem
then I would drive it to places we had been
places that have a faint memory of our conversations
I am excited about this
excited about things to come
it will be good