Very sad,
Having to
Come out of nowhere,

The rain
We've been waiting for
Is waiting too.

Trees,
By now,
Have had enough daylight.

They'd like,
Please,
To sleep it off.

If nothing
Else, nothing
Else.

Behind our backs
Things mean themselves.
Violins crack

From wanting to exist.
It's hard, getting a word in.
I'm waiting

To arrive inside my clothes,
If nothing else,
Willing

To be (having to
Come out of nowhere)
Very sad.