i always associated days of rain and cloud coverage with you. maybe because we always met on these dreary days. whether it was rain, hail or the occasional snowfall – the clouds followed you.
or maybe i have it backwards. it was always me coming to your town. you never visited me. never saw my town or my people. the clouds probably followed me and my anger.
but then again. your quaint town held my company regardless of the downfall of the sky. your arms wrapped around me. maybe the weather just wanted me to be close – to you.