The clouds hang heavy above the mountains
like a white blanket covering every beautiful corner
thunder roars and makes its arrival known
to the pass-byers, trying to protect its territory.

One raindrop on my cheek makes me bounce into reality.
I don’t move and the wind tries to blow me away to safety,
but I cling tighter to the park bench.
People screaming, shouting, cursing
and running towards a safe warm place.
I could see the ones passing me
covering themselves with their shirts to not get faces wet
and protecting their belongings, judging me
for sitting and waiting for the danger that’s coming.
But that is just people, always judging and never asking

I want to feel it raining down on me.
I want to be blown way.
I want to be here in this harsh weather,
because then maybe – I deserve the sunshine that comes after the rain.

Today my forest is dark
the trees are sad
and all the butterflies have broken wings.