We awoke to rain and no one was ready.
The rain slammed hard against the narrow stretch of street down below us.
From the top-floor we could see it all, the street as flushed-out as a broken heart.
We sat with our faces pressed against the window, and we were mostly looking straight into the pit of the sky.
It was bursting at the seams with thick cloud.
It was muggy still, it was still muggy, and all of it was still undecided, you were undecided, I was clutching at straws.
We stayed in silence, slow breaths keeping rhythm, and we were looking at the world from the top-floor, unable to move on because we awoke to rain and no one was ready, and you were still undecided, and I was still waiting, always waiting, days wore on and I was still clutching at straws.