A Rainy Day...

It's these days that smell of peace and look of guilt that keep us indoors to settle and think.

Think.
But not too much.

Think.
But not too hard.

That's what I tell myself as my mind wanders along the gravel road in memory county, where your lost pets come back and your lost friends are always there.

Family, dead and gone, come and greet you as the dust from your shoes and theirs mat together like they've been there all along.

Hands shake and smiles break along with laughter heard for miles.

"Mom's doing fine, yeah the baby's fine, yes yes, you too"

Small, typical conversation becomes a dream with the hazey mist.

You'd think you would have better things to talk about,
better things to say,
better stories to tell.

But the words never come.
And time never lasts.

When the conversation is closed you go straight to your mistakes.

"Man why did I do that?...how could she?...I'll never forget....Me too?"

The clouds roll as thunder screams inbetween your thoughts.

The silence is so loud you can't think.
The silence is so loud you can't hear.
The silence is so loud you can't sleep.

But you laugh.
But you cry.
But you cover up and try to distract yourself.
But you think about reading.
But you keep breathing.
And so you live.

The storm calms and the sky breaks.
And you realize....
Yeah, I have made mistakes...

But this is a new day.

I've thought,
I've cried,
I've mourned,
I've weeped,

But THOSE aren't the memories i want to keep.

Because...this is a new day.

This smile is new.

Rainy days are good to think.
Rainy days are good to repair.

But when the rain stops...
Enjoy the sunshine of the times.

And just save the sad...
For the next rainy day.