Rainstorms

Clouded skies. I don't have time for this. You let the fog hang in you, obscuring my vision, and I'm just so tired.

It's bothersome, the rain. I guess it's supposed to be an attack, to make me change my mind. The rain is nothing but an annoyance.

You expect me to change for you? To change my thoughts to think only of you. The sea does not reflect the sky, it is blue of it's own accord. The sky is grey, yet the sea is green. Is the sea at fault?