My mistake.

So far away he lived
I can't remember!
My sins were drift away
He soon opened his hands.

A long, thick fog
So he wondered...
What am I doing wrong?
The answer came
When he looked around.
It was day!
Another long, boring sunny day.

I wish it rained;
it's a sinful air
Covered with so much purity.

The white and purple flowers
Are thinking to go...
Swim in the water.

Above the sky...
He's thinking to take a vacation
But the ladder is too short.
Aren't any buses today?

Or maybe tomorrow?