There’s nothing like a sunny rain
To sit in for a while and wait away the pain
Staring in the clouds watching for signs
Praying to the summer hoping tightness in throat declines
To precrash levels of sensitivity

Caffeine tells me that she’s been missing me
Three doses hit at once and I’m awake
I twirl a few times in the wet
Lightheaded brightness starts to flek
My troubled sightless overaware mind
I feel a madness of a functional kind
Take hold
The cold
Is as far away as her now;
I’ve started another day