Casual Calamity

What was once soft drops of collected sorrows,

turned into frozen bullets that followed me

towards shelter.

I watched storm clouds gather;

one would suspect a change in the weather,

but not me.

I trusted your showers

to water my flowers.

What a fool of me to think I could dance in your rain,

to think I could cast an array of colors in your capricious skies,

to think your darkness was beautiful like mine.