Rain, this insufferable rain.
I don't hate this weather, I rather enjoy it, or should I say, used to enjoy it.
But now, I no longer feel the peace and tranquillity I once did hearing those drops hit my tin roof or being caught in the rain on a stroll home or sipping a hot mocha on my patio as the rain fell. Anything to do with this weather made my smile grow and my chest warm as it made me think of you and all of those times that we were caught in a storm or stowed away in bustling cafes with other soaked patrons waiting for the rain and wind to calm. Now, with you no longer mine, what once was your favourite weather, soon became an all too common reminder of you. I no longer smiled as I peeked out my window to see the storm clouds forming, I no longer laughed off being caught in the rain, I began to have a distaste for coffee and those pretentious patrons. What once was a pleasurable activity that we shared and made special for our hearts only, soured and decayed beyond any point of recognition.
This insufferable rain.
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Before We Part
Poetry"Before We Part" is a collection of writing that either doesn't belong in my other work, loose writings from notebooks, napkins, my phone's notepad and wherever else I've written something down. You'll find poetry, one-off short stories, unsent lett...
