This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at MSU chapter.
Even the weather knows
She knows that something is coming
Because she prepares our minds and our souls
With the dark clouds
With the heaviness in the air
She prepares our moods for the shift
By creating a shift herself
The bonus days of sunshine
Bright and vibrant
Wasn’t a sign of good to come
It was a parting gift
An extra sighting to remind us when it’s gone
The Weather planned that all along
Knowing what she was about to bear witness to
For it starts slow at first
A small drop
And another
And another
One at a time
Unable to create chaos on their own
Then they come in pairs
And triplets
Until the windows get closed
Not out of necessity
But out of caution
And then all at once
The flood gates open
The rain pours from the clouds
And my tears fight to fall with it