Waiting for a rainy day

I love the sun, but sometimes, I yearn for a rainy day.

I desire a day without expectations, where darkened clouds obscure the endless potential of blue skies. I want to lose myself in the rain’s siren song. I want storms to shriek so loudly that they drown out the sharp-tongued tormentor in my head, hissing, “Don’t waste the day.” I want thunder to scare away my guilt and lightning to trap me indoors. I don’t want to see the sun’s sparkling rays highlighting all the things I could and should be doing. Instead, I want raindrops to paint my cheeks, telling me it's okay to release the tears I hide on clear days.

However, I am no stranger to myself,

Rain or shine, I know I’d act just the same.