Rain outside my blue window,
Nothing seems same inside my heart, even when I bite into a lemon tart,
Yet I know somewhere I must make a start.
Rain outside my red house,
Nothing seems ordinary about another monsoon day,
I wish I made more and understood what to say,
At times I am lost and confused,
Then the rain does nothing to soothe my broken soul,
I wait till it pours and thunders,
The storms inside me doing a gentle dance.
I wish my heart was light,
I wish in the monsoon my gray mood would lift and take flight,
But I know there is more to the gray,
I choose not to stray,except that parts of me have lost a little light
May never be calm or bright,
Yet I want it to pour and rain and dance in the monsoon,
Hoping and dreaming that everything within me is calm like the moon.