I'm still waiting for the skies to clear.
Sometimes it looks promising, sometimes it doesn't - but it still takes far too long.
Don't wait for me, because I don't know for sure if they will ever clear, and through all the rain and drought and everything in between, my sky will probably never look the same again. It's a very different sky to what you knew - and what I knew.
I hope your skies are clear. I wanted to meet you... even if just once.
Beyond everything and things far away, I hope your skies are clear.