Summer Moved On

Sometimes I start to write a sequence of words that just make no sense. Even that doesn't make any sense. Maybe it calms me down, maybe it makes me realize that what I'm thinking is right. Yes, it might be.

« It's raining again . »

That's all I'm thinking about. I just look through the window: rain is falling down, I can hear thunders far away. It was a great day, and it's gonna be a great night, though. Maybe the weather isn't always able to change our mood. Some days, you just feel ok. That's it. You can't explain it, you can't deny it.

I'm just wondering... Am I missing ?