Reflective · Original lyrics · Fictional voice · Lyrics only
I had a picture of the day,
A clear blue square, a certain plan.
The rain came down across the glass,
Before the first small thing began.
Make room for the rain,
For the road that changes shape.
I can keep the thing that matters,
And let one small expectation wait.
The washing stayed beside the door,
The walk became a page to read.
I called a friend and heard the same
Soft weather in her street.
Make room for the rain,
For a day without display.
There are things I did not finish,
There are things I found another way.
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