What's the weather like?

Algorithm of the soul.

Scared to asked in case they say no. 

The pain of the mind 

That thinks it knows

And over thinks

Til it's destroyed everything good. 

While the rainy days seem endless. 

The clouds take over the sky. 

Bully the sun into submission. 

And the rain means 

Nothings dry. 

And will in the  soak you through. 

And rot sets in and grows 

Taking hold til you can't think what to do 

You focus on the bad, 

When there is actually so much good. 

And the pain could go away, 

Your nose could heal to. 

It's up to you start, 

Though hard when you are soaked through.