it's trying to remind me.
the force of invisible energy
throws itself against trees
creating the illusion of waves
meeting moist sand
the conversation makes its way back to my consciousness.
she looked at the sky, shivered
and asked if it was to rain
i said no
but then again i don't pay attention to the reports.
it never rains in socal
so i ignore anything weather related
in the off chance sunny skies turn grey and wet
i shrug my shoulders
sometimes you hit snake eyes.
she shivered and said it looks like rain weather
we departed and i looked to the sky
purple orange pushed into blue's territory
the wind kicked up and i agreed
it is rain weather
but like everything in this world
i won't believe it until i see it.
