puppets in the rain

i love when the sky is grey. especially when it rains. when the dawn paints the roofs of the buildings and the sun is still hidin. the city is ours then. right before everyone takes over, right when everyone is still sleepin. it’s hard to notice that it’s so cold when it’s this pretty. but this doesn't make me hate the sun tho. i have my own sun, my own Jacob :P