{on rainy days}

greenish mildewy panes,

framed the view from my corner of the world,

they could always speak like this to each other, 

continuing a conversation they had not begun,

let us live in the now forever,

that’s what her ethereal eyes tried to express.

she pressed her hand against the window,

to feel the coldness of the rain.

it’s not critically acclaimed,

it’s just the moments that life is made of,

and that, my darling, 

is what people can’t ever get enough of.

–e.l. jayne