They say rain is about new beginnings
And spring is here and we are grinning
In the rain.
But who is they? And what do they want?
They’ve taken me, grabbed me by the chin
and told me I was made of yellow and
rainclouds and animal skin.
But that’s my body and you can’t
tell me what’s inside. And once you
decide, I could have cried
as you were laying by me, rambling
about the lake where you went every
summer and how it never rained,
but I think you’ve lied because
good things can rain too, but you never
understood, so when I rained you
went to hide.
So what is the sun without rain?
And what is the moon without darkness?
And what is our love if not just pain?
Questions you can’t answer and
perhaps the world ceases to know
but your arms are the only place
that my body aches to go.
But I cant, because its Spring, and
the world is beginning and ending
but now the rules are bending, so maybe
I can and maybe you’ll bring the
rain or the sun, but doesn’t matter
because I am made of both and none.
It's A Yellow Day 