So its raining…an uncommon occurrence in San Diego. Sometimes I hate rainy days, the sky bursts open and my past wanders back into my head. Makes me want to cry tears of my own as memories of things that are gone fill my head…

I dont know what exactly it is about the rain that makes me remember, maybe its the cloud darkened sky so much like the inside of my own head, maybe its the raindrops like the tears I have forced myself not to cry for so long. I dont know.

All I do know is…I wish I had someone on this rainy day to chase the swirling malignant clouds away from an already tsunami damaged heart, Warm me up so I can smile against the rain.