The Next Day

Slowly, I am getting better. miss the noise of rain hitting the pavement, and that cold air that moved me to reach for the blanket's warmth through the tempest. I do not hate the sun, but i don't love it either. I prefer it to be one-part hidden by a cloud, and the other shown, for the sake of fairness. My heart protests when its rays insist on hitting earth after a shower, but the years taught me that not everybody likes rain...