(written sometime in autumn past just before winter)

How is it that on these days
when granite-slate skies rule
with grey shades of blue
that I am so uncannily, sky-fallingly
drawn to you.

You know how I feel about these days,
when I love the rain like life
and smile to see it come to ground.
I always forget to mention
how it reminds me of you.
And in passing through these days
in knowing that all things change,
that this has already lasted longer
than it ever had any right to-
it's all I can do not to think of you.