Painted

I never liked that parking lot song, "Big Yellow Taxi," sorry Ms. Mitchell. I think that chick and the guy with the hair ruined it for me. A lot of things have been ruined for me by other people. But I had to fish an old purple shirt out of a bag in the back of my closet today. I meant to throw it out years ago, thank God I didn't. I sat down to listen and read and it hits me, how much I loved something I never even knew I loved. Outside the clouds parted and rain started falling, and I walked out to meet it. I stood in the street and closed my eyes and smiled as I was painted, and doors around me opened.