Haven't Seen The Sun In A While

It's not like I haven't been trying. (Almost) every day, she knocks on my windows, but when I go outside, all I can find are clouds and their tears. Maybe she's upset. In the summer, she worked long hours, seven days a week, but couldn't find me -- I was inside then. She gets too hot sometimes. And also, my brain made me feel like I was about to explode. I decided that if an explosion were my fate, I'd rather have it be inside. But now I ache for her warmth. Looking at trees, grassfields, and bodies of water without her around somehow always feels less beautiful. When the summer is back, I'll miss the gloomy days of the winter. Yet again, what makes me happy is complaining about what I can't have. Until the sun returns, I'll hallucinate lush trees, free-flowing water, and green grass fields.