The Hidden Darkness

Rain

I never really understood why I like the sound of rain.
I found an odd comfort hidden in the smell of rust and mud.

I'm not sure if it's just me, but there are different kinds of rain.
My favorite one is the thick warm droplets that soak you to the bones.. the kind of rain that leaves behind a thick heavy fog...
Almost as if it's trying to shield me from the rest of the world.

I know it's kind crazy.. but I promise I'm not insane...
It is almost like the sky cries for me, and tries to protect me too...
And even though it scares me half to death most of the time,
The thunder that follows the rain and strikes with the lightning
Is yelling out my pain simply because I can't or just won't.

But the icy cold rain that stings you with every little droplet...
The kind that cuts straight through to the core of my soul.
And turns the air bitter cold, and makes it difficult to breathe.
The thunder and lightning that follow are so full of anger.. simply out of pain and hurt.

I don't know if it's just me, or if others feel the same...
The only thing I know for sure is that I'm not crazy.. or insane...
I'm like the rain.. just internally lashing out against the pain.

But it is okay... I'm okay... I know that I'll be okay...
even if I never see the rainbow that shines after my storm fades.