Ignoring the Signs

There's a big elephant in the room, sinister and grey, up there floating in that firmament ceiling, sighing breath as winds through its perilous trunk, foreboding more drenching weather to come... And no one says a thing, and no one brought an umbrella or coats or boots, and really we should all face the truth staring down at us from the future sky, but the color of your eyes contrasts so well with this overcast monster weighing down on our hearts, and you still make me feel so warm in your arms...