you've been a storm now for some time;
grey and gloomy
carrying an innocent heavy burden
we all carry from time to time
and you gone-done and spilled that storm
you've poured yourself out
and i know (as far as clouds go)
that they don't really choose where and when to burst
so don't get too down if it all
goes down some drain;
ends up in the gutter.
the water gathers itself
and gets lifted up by some will other than it's own
give it time
to gather up again
til you fall on fertile soil