Rain on Deranged

She said
The weather’s acting bipolar
I told her she should move where
Weather gets full on
Tropical depression

In an area called ring of fire
Death, at some point, is a logical desire
Like sunset, love fades slow
Maybe, too beautiful to feel
Discontent at a day’s end

But on days when rain
Ploughs through the land
Deranged
The end is a welcome bookmark
To a torn last page