the beginning of all good conversations

 It is the rain. The rain.

The rain that is unbearably cold and unbearably
reminds me of blue days.
unbearable blue days, of exhaustion that comes with being happy.
Happiness is an exhaustion.
Sadness on the other hand is a slow intoxication.
It is the rain. The cold rain that finally
unburdens the exhaustion of happiness
and trickles into the world, sadness,
one drop at a time.one sadness at a time.
sadness is accommodating.
Come sit with me, tell me your sorrow.

it is the rain, The rain.
The rain that has this buzzing
that calls forth the sadnesses
it is the rain, the rain
the slippery glasses that opens the inward gaze.
in a dark room.