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Today’s weather is going to be sunny
Says the man with a yellow sweater
To the boy with roots in his brain and soil in his hands
Perfect day for forming a home
From tire tracks, potholes, and chemistry labs
Hands will warm against the walls and your nostrils from the ether
As the experiment bubbles over in creation
Perfect for the excitement of the unknown
From ruining a couple batches in the beaker
To missing the hilt of a blade obscured by the rays
Today’s weather is going to be cloudy
Says the man with a revolutionary jacket
To the boy with an arrow in his brain and weapons in his hands
Perfect day to bay in scrabbled tunnels
From betrayal in brick, terror in towers, and isolation in walls
Hands will warm against a heart and your nostrils from the smoke
As the experiment explodes into war
From ruining safety in the last few doses of normalcy
To missing a brother that would die twice over for maintaining the scraps
Today’s weather is going to be thunderstorms
Says the man with a plan to die
To the boy with walls in his brain and hope in his hands
Perfect day for a sudden massacre
From walls closing in, violence in pits, and lies in dynamite sticks
Hands will warm against a murder weapon and your nostrils from a brother’s cries
From ruining his expectations of you in a heart that withers
To preventing him from ever grieving you in the remaining beats
Today’s weather is going to be a tornado
Says the man that forgets the beginning of the storm
To the boy with death in his brain and nothing in his hands
Perfect day for falling from the sky
From watching him emulate you, lose his home again, and explode into sand and splinter
Hands will warm at his escape and your nostrils from your residual grief
From watching him gain freedom only to see his home destroyed
To knowing you won’t remember this as you haunt the destructed land
Today’s weather is going to be sunny
Says the man that discovered he deserves to live
To the boy he told they weren’t worthy of such a thing
Perfect day for coming to terms
From discovering breath, the steps to apologize, and lies in leadership
Hands will warm against the memories and your nostrils from him seeing right through you
From his willingness to entertain you
To knowing that you didn’t mean it when you said his home didn’t matter
Today’s weather is going to be rain
Says the boy fearful that you’ll die
To the man on journey to goodbye
Perfect day for closure
He finds out that he matters, you see his anger, and you watch the rain together
Hands will warm against a book and nostrils at the idea it plants
From that the destruction ends here
To knowing the horizon is visible
Today’s weather is goodbye
Says the man on the boat
To the boy with rain in his pockets and closure in his grip
Perfect day for planning your future
From exile, to exile, to exile
Your hand will warm when this boat becomes a promise
As the water sloshes against the oars
Goodbyes are perfect for seeing each other again
One day, when we both forgive ourselves
To ending the story, only to open on another
This ends the broadcast
For now, until the sun rises tomorrow
Later stories on how to sew a heart closed in gas station bathrooms
And how two boys dreamt of escaping to the moon
For now, until they see each other again