Just 'cause

On a personal level, I’d been trying to affect the weather for a long time. To talk, to reason and to help make sense based on the sense I have. And I thought I was doing some good. After all, there were moments of clearing light visible through the disappointingly overcast sky. But one day, as the darkness deepened, I realized, I’m not responsible for these—what I’ll call—meteorological changes, good or bad. It’s like I’d been a weatherman, waving his hands at the clouds, taking credit for their change in direction. The question is; when will I stop hoping they’ll change for me?