Rain

When the spring rain falls, I feel renewed. I feel that I have nothing to worry about. The thunder blocks out the cries on the streets. The cry of helpless children. The thunder blocks out my screams. But it does not block out the screaming inside me. The lightning lights up the world. It exposes the good and the bad. It exposes some of the deepest, darkest secrets. But it does not expose my secrects. It does not expose me. It does not expose my pain. The spring rain cleanses the Earth. It wipes away the world's wrong doings. It wipes away my tears. It makes me feel like the world isn't only mad at me, The spring rain covers up my sins, It wipes away my sadness but only for a minute, when the spring rain stops, I'm hurt and sore all over again. When the spring rain stops, I feel hopeless. When the spring rain stops, I wish it would start again. When the spring rain stops, I wish that it never started. When the spring rain stops, I feel like there is no meaning in life. When the spring rain stops, I feel like I want to die.