I can feel that Change is coming. It is coming and going again.

It was bound to happen… Except no one could say when.

No signs are on the gate post. No notice is at the fair.

It’s just when we need it most. The clowns don’t seem to care.

They say misery loves companions. The way that lovers do.

And even they can cry at night. In my times I’ve seen a few.

There are clouds now in the heavens. Somehow it feels like rain.

There are whispers between raindrops saying, “Here we go again.”

Change is coming. I don’t want to say goodbye.

Sometimes there are reasons. Sometimes there’s a why.