Poems and such

When things bring back memories and memories bring forth even bigger floods

I love the rain
The sound of it falling
The smell it releases
The feeling of it hitting my skin
The thunder and lightening that sometimes comes with it
But
I hate the rain
Because I waited in it for my first kiss with a boy who ruined me
And I walked home alone in it after my last kiss
Without a word for weeks and weeks after
So I guess what I'm saying is
I love the rain for the sensations it gives
But I hate it for the memories it brings