The Cosmic Deliveryman — Episode 6

She kept a shelf of borrowed weather Morning blue in numbers jar dry September quiet sunlight days that never left a scar she chose the hours without

wins that never changed their mind every cloud was checked and folded every season stayed on time but rain arrived with Without permission, soft against the window glass No alarm, no destination, nothing asking it to pass

And for once you let the afternoon be heavier than it should There are days that do not lead anywhere