through the window

It's pouring in Pupukea

and even though Postal Service hums in the background about sleeping in

I wish I had woken up earlier to see this

Because even when it rains, it's beautiful

It's then that I realize that even if you'd cry

you'd still be beautiful

I'd sit in your cool breeze and stare

at how lovely you are

I wish I had talked to you sooner to see you cry

But I'm still asleep

please

don't wake me

I don't like the rain

I hate it when you cry

and I'm not ready to see your beauty