Bone Dry

It should have been a day with stormy weather. Silly me, I thought we would share it together. As the falling rain pummeled the canopy, I would catch the splatter.

The clouds saw us walking together and laughed. They laughed so hard they rolled away from the sky. The sun shone. The water hid in the ground.

I watch you as you stand in a corner. On the day I thought you would be over me. The day that is bone dry. When the thunder murmurs, I will find you.