:to the little fox at the side of the road, the lonely penguin at the bedside table, and the forgotten dog somewhere

The rain does not stop
does not stop
not stop
but it’s alright, I have umbrellas
here, and
a blanket back home
because I can’t remember it’s
not raining around here

It’s alright, you don’t have to
curse the sky for it to stop raining
if you would just
come over, be a company
to keep the clouds at bay
and maybe
forgive me if
my umbrella’s patchy
and the blanket torn and frayed

And it’s alright
it’s alright
alright
if it keeps on raining
raining
because I can’t remember it’s
not raining around here

It’s alright
I don’t really remember
how sunshine feels like anyway
but maybe
there’s chocolate
if you wanna share

(I can’t remember it’s not raining around here,
and it’s alright)

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Raindrops, moon, words, ink. magic. I'm somewhere between the lines. bit.ly/booksdep

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