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.
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