Deep Thoughts: Rain

she was real for a time.

if time were real, that is.

cold - the absense of heat - that's all it is. when it must be confronted.

it was everything. it was nothing. it was happiness.

if happiness is, in fact, real.

it is this. just what your eyes bequeath. frail picture frame trying to contain a disintegrating portrait.

why never mattered. only when. if. why was just a bogus cloud in the thunderstorm that was our experience. it never had anything to give. nor was able to take away from. it only hung there above our heads and preached emtpy threats.

and we believed it.

when, if ever, will it dare to really rain again in this desert?