Falling slowly,
Those raindrops weigh nothing,
But on my conscience, they weigh everything.
Each little pitter,
Each little patter,
From my window, they seem tiny little drops just falling aimlessly.
As I wander through the outside,
They remind me of sorrows shamelessly.
Oh, how cruel the clouds, they become all grey;
It seems it's to make me go away.
I stare at the sky, getting wet,
All I do is regret.
But I notice one thing the rain does:
It silences all the buzz.
It secretly makes my tears wash away.
I think maybe it wants me to stay,
Face the world,
Only for them to see my smile pearled—
Not one of those tears,
The ones I've been hiding for years.
I think it wants me to stay
Till I wilt and decay.
Maybe yes, maybe no,
But why don't I remember so?
How long have I waited for the rain to come,
To wash away and make me numb?
And it does exactly that,
So why do I blame it
For making me sad?
~Salina
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"Dear Future Love: A Journey Through Verse"
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