Today's forecast.

Sometimes there is nothing to talk about.
That's ok.
Nothing is better than bad things
or sad things
or get ups
or let downs.

I wish it would rain
and rain
and rain
until yesterday was washed away
and today could begin again.

When I dream I dream of before
when things weren't yet where they are
and there I am where I used to be
and it seems much better than it is now.

I think they might be onto me.
They are starting to know that I don't like it here
and that I would rather be somewhere or someone
else.

Other than that nothing new to report.
Just another weather report from the same old place.
End transmission.