Imagine if the weather was permanent.
Permanently sunny.
You’d tell me, what’s wrong with that? Sunny days are the best days.
What if the permanent weather suddenly wasn’t permanent anymore?
What if the clouds came?
You’d tell me, what’s wrong with that? We need rain once in a while.
Life can be like this.

It’s too cliché you’d tell me;
That can never be the truth.
Yet, how do you know what sunshine is without rain?
Happiness without pain?

I think you’re like the weather.
Not like Shakespeare’s “You are the sun”, but the way in which it changes.
You sit in your chair like the sun sits in the sky
And flood back to the house like the rain when it pours.
I wait for you at the window, wishing always for a rainbow.

Like the sun isn’t always there,
You can’t always be either.
Sometimes you have to be like the wind, go where you are needed,
Move, rush, settle.
When do young birds ever settle in one place?
It’s time to move again now, become the sun somewhere else.
Just like Wordsworth would find more daffodils,
You’ll find more places to shine those sunbeams.

When do young birds ever settle in one place?
It’s time to move again now, become the sun somewhere else.
Just like Wordsworth would find more daffodils,
You’ll find more places to shine those sunbeams.

Jessica Rushton

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2 Comments

  1. April 21, 2016 at 01:43 — Reply

    love it

  2. Jess Rushton
    July 3, 2016 at 22:04 — Reply

    Thank youuuuu!!!

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