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.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018




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