The Poetic Side

54th: I used to. (Part 1)

I used to. (Part 1)
by: iamanjokun

It's amazing how some parts of ourselves can become distant memories..

I used to love the rain. The sound of its tiny drops on the roof; the feel of the dripping water on your skin when you decide to ditch your umbrella; the magic that envelopes you when the sound of your favorite songs mix in with the sound of heaven's tears..

I loved that kind of rain. I loved how it can wash away the exhaustion brought by the feel of the sun. I loved how it can cradle you to a relaxing sleep. I loved how the heavens seem to feel the emotions you can't show to the world. I loved the idea that no matter how long the rainy days are, they always, always, end..

If only the rain could give me that same comfort.

I can't remember when I started hating the rain..

I started hating the hassle it brings when you wear your white shoes; or when you left your umbrella; or when you come home to flooded streets. I started hating the struggles it brings to people when it pours. I started hating how it keeps me awake when the droplets won't stop bugging our roof. I started hating the idea that sometimes, when it pours, it leaves us sorrow in the end..

If only the rain can always be comforting for everyone..

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Started: July 24, 2024
Finished: September 3, 2024