Looking out the window with the grey haze painted across my body,
and the shadow ripples of the rain water slipping off the glass,
slips onto my dreary figure staring out into the rain,
i am slightly gagging at this insipid taste you have left in my mouth,
the clock ticks thoughout the house as its sound is blended in to the raining beating on the roof,
and the sound of liquid fairys slapping on the front porch..
its quiet in the house from dire squables being put to rest with moments of bitter silence,
just a light shower that blankets the air and drenches the tree standing firmly in the yard,
as tired birds take residence under its leaves quavering their wings to shake off the rain,
then i spot the rusted pertrified shovel lying in the yard from long past but still put off lawn chores,
before you started staring at me with that ambiguous look while sitting shamefully on the cowch from
our small quandary's.
"Maybe you can just go to one of your day spa's and let it all out while takin