Red Velvet Pancakes Make Me Cry

It's Just a Trickle of the Rain

A/N It isn't Sunday or Thursday, but it's raining, and it's beautiful, so I'm writing like madness. I also have a blog in addition to this, and stuff I post here goes there, and vice versa. After writing, like, four posts on my blog, I decided I'm going to cave and post something here, too.

Also, play the song. It'll make sense at the end.

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To YouLittleB******,

I think I know who I am now.

(You're like, Finally! only took you, like, six years of puberty and bitchiness)

(Well honestly, the bitchiness is still there.)

All joking aside,

I think I know who I am.

I'm a rain drop.

No,

I am not

tripping on

acid.

It's a metaphor.

It takes a bit of a while for me to form,

but when I'm formed,

there's no going back.

I'm not a rigid solid though,

I'm fluid, capable of molding and changing.

I wander around in the cloud,

traveling from here to there.

I see other droplets,

say my hellos,

mandatory of my Southern roots.

Most importantly,

when I fall,

I fall hard.

I fall fast, and in the blink of an eye,

I smack the ground like a bullet.

And then, I'm gone.

No one else notices because, well honestly,

hundreds of other raindrops fall, too.

But,

no raindrop is like mine.

I'm swept off into somewhere, someplace far.

maybe an ocean

or a sewer.

Then, someday,

I'll rise back into the clouds again.

I'll fall again.

But, I'll come back up.

But honestly,

who cares?

You didn't.

You said,

it's just a trickle of rain.

From,

Just a Trickle of Rain