Rain Still Hasn’t Come

Clouds form and fill the sky
Everything turns gray.
Still, there is no you.
You don’t say sorry.
You don’t say anything.

I walk outside,
Expecting to see you
At the very least, hear you
Rumble closer.

The sky is just as stubborn,
Refusing to move.
Here I am, outside
Head tilted back,
Mouth open, waiting for you.

Picturing your voice
Rumbling in the distance.
You don’t say that you’re sorry.
The rain still hasn’t come