Back in the rainy days...

It started raining on a friday noon
i thought it'd stop, until yesterday.
They thought it'd stop, until today.
But it's kept on coming,
as if the sky couldn't hold its tears,
and i stare through my window
wondering id it's joy, if it's sadness
or just some way for it to clean this filthy air.

Or if it's maybe reading my mind.

I've been washing down a lot of stuff lately.
Memories.


Again, i wrote this a couple months ago. During that really gray rainy period in Caracas, in mid-November i think.
I was reminded of this these last two days, with this non-stop garuita.