It rained today, and all I could do is think about you.
Remembering how you used to stare at it all the time until the sky would turn blue.
Never asked you why before you died.
I like to think it gave you some peace, almost makes me want to cry.
I used to hate the rain because it reminded me of the day you passed away.
I've accepted you're gone, even if I can't look at myself some days.
Not because I loathe myself, but because I remind me of you.
I kind of hate that sometimes, but what can one do?
It rained today, and I hope you're watching over us with everyone in the stars.
I'll try to be gentle with myself, to not be afraid of my emotional scars.
