At Least They're Committed

It’s a lovely, drizzly day complete with thunder and lightning and yet I seemed a tad melancholy, I know. So did you. I guess I am. It’s not what you’re probably thinking, though. Heh. Not at all. I worry about you and about what I don’t know and can’t see. I fear the future, I fear that nothing will change. I just want to hang out or whatever sometime. I just want to get to. That doesn’t seem too much to ask, does it? No need to talk even. Sit on the front porch, reading and listening to the rain hitting against the roof. Just be. Wouldn’t it be nice?