Mood Clouds
I am a teenage amateur writer. Just trying to make my way through random things that keep me busy and away from my anxiety
They seem to understand me
And my mood
Last night it rained like their was no tomorrow
I was dripping wet as if i was never going to go dry again
My body was covered in rainwater
Except my face that beared sad tears falling from my eyes
As if the clouds understood my vulnerability
*Flashback*
Staring at the morning sun with the clouds glistening by it's side
the rays emerging from it's sides
Was a picture that was saved in my mind's gallery
Something that gave me pure comfort
I always looked at the clouds when I was reminded of my mother
The varying shades of grey that looked pretty much like a dark horse
I wished to ride it as a child
They were my source of euphoria
The next morning I look at the rainbow