influenced by weather

Time has its tides, doesn't it? And we're all sort of caught in each other's drifts. And the longer time gets, the harder it becomes to find new shores on which to stall and play. Often, reminders of interesting people fall on me like a soft rain, and at the end of the day i realize I've been pelted softly since daybreak by thoughts of you. Why? Must be the weather in our minds!