Ventura Rain Storm

Every morning the silly wind blows 

the indigo sky has no cloudy friends

the trees thirsty for raindrops

Birds have no idea what they are missing 

Sweet and burnt smells are coming from the houses

This is all this land knows 

They don't know know the sting of the frozen rain

the wind that tears your resolve 

the sky so grey you feel like smiling was a distant past hobby.

Maybe that is why my heart feels so lost here

I have had the best of both worlds

My toes have lived in salt water as well as wet wool socks

I have breathed in the Atlantic and walked the forests green

I have no idea which is home and I don't know if I am meant to.

What I am sure of is that I haven't met anyone like you yet.

Nobody's eyes have seen me from a million miles away 

to make me feel like I was a bright purple star in a boring sky

That may be what I am missing, that piece of me that made the days clean

The strange hope I felt when I knew that you were mine 

Even if the timing always seemed off.

I know the rain used to be cold sometimes way back then

but I didn't notice the silly wind because I was blinded by you.

Short of begging for something I don't want anymore, I would need a time machine

to get back there but I know a new storm will show it's self

and my skin and lungs will breathe deeply in the new adventure

as strongly as they did when I was yours.