Sadness is a bird, That has made its home in my heart, sometimes its leaves and flies away, but it always returns, back to me. I could never keep her away, she has become part of me. A gentle sparrow, that means me no harm, only seeking a place to stay warm, and out of the rain. I dread her coming, but, still, she is a familiar friend. especially on the rainy days, Watching the tears of the sky, roll down my window panes. Too much sun, tires my eyes. I like how the world becomes, a monotone palette of grays, each one blurring into the next. We could not really know joy without knowing the sadness. So i do not chase away my little bird, but always welcome her back. And together we wait out the rain.