Crying In the Rain

rain fell down not droplets outside but tears from within drowning a once determined soul, breaking it. sad people love the rain because they are no longer crying alone. I love walking in the rain because no one knows im crying. but if I sit in the rain, maybe I can drown in something other than my own thoughts. for it rained for days after you left me. as if the sky itself shared my grief. maybe the rain is our tears during our cloudiest hour, and the thunder and lightning are the sounds of our hearts breaking. tears and rain are the words too painful for a broken heart to speak. and now it taps its fingers on my window calling me back from troubled sleep, it asks me a question, it asks if it may sing in my ear to soothe my heart. until I fell asleep. I complied, and I wish the rain was you. and I wish the lullaby was from your lips.