Rain

I usually love the rain.
But for some reason,
not today.
I feel unusually
under the weather
Under these skies
of smoky grey.
I wish I were the rain,
free to fall
wherever I choose.
For the rain
has nothing to gain,
and it has nothing to lose.
It comes and goes
as it pleases,
and never has to explain.
It never has to feel defeated,
or ever feel ashamed.
When something goes wrong,
It never has to take blame.
How free I would be,
If I could be the rain.🌧