your kind of rain

You know that rain that just feels like it’s never gonna end— that rain, where the clouds seem angry so they shower us with the torrential rain of their never ending tears. The kind of rain that causes rivers to burst their banks and flood because they cannot bear the same burden that the clouds were forced to carry. A kind of rain that revives entire deserts and brings life to even the most desolate of places— that refreshes the elephant who's been waiting for a storm. Here, it is not barren, so the rain is just spiteful— it will never end as I hear it land on the ground like nails; you know that kind of rain.