I know in poetry,
Rain is often synonymous with
Gloom
Sadness
Depression,
But I can't help but feel the opposite.
When I see rain
I smile
Thinking of you,
Of all the best memories we've had
And I think of how we would talk on the phone
Both sitting in the rain,
Or near a window,
Listening to our voices
Mixing with the sweet melody
The beat of rain drops
The jarring booms of thunder
Watching the beautiful patterns of lightning
Trace their ways across the sky.
The two smells that made me feel utterly at ease
Were the smell after rain,
And you.
And when they mixed,
Oh, God,
I felt like I was flying.
I felt invincible,
Ready to face the day.
So forgive me,
For not comparing my depression
To a rainy day,
But for me,
The two couldn't be any more different.
