he was the rain, soft crystalline, but drooping and mournful
and i liked rainy days - its easy to hide in the rising mists and in draping hoodies
and the rain matched my tears and no one could see me crying
but then i saw the rainbow, bright, shimmering, beautiful - its iridescent streaks leaking into my pores and inspiring hope again - but its beams of light were temporary - only flickering momentarily before it was gone - i was so busy looking at it, i didn't see the sun!
it was always there, hiding behind the clouds
but now it was out, its gleams coming over to kiss my skin and fill me with light - brightening up the flowers and lush green trees around me - its warmth and streaks hold me and i bask in its glory
YOU ARE READING
always raining - Poetry
Poesíaｍｙ ｈｅａｒｔ ｈａｓ ｂｅｅｎ ｒａｉｎｉｎｇ ｉｎｔｏ ｍｙ ｓｏｕｌ ｅｖｅｒ ｓｉｎｃｅ ｗｅ ｍｅｔ．．． ᴛʜᴇꜱᴇ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛꜱ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʀᴀɪɴᴅʀᴏᴘꜱ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴅʀɪꜰᴛ ....ꜱᴏ ᴄᴀᴛᴄʜ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇʏ'ʀᴇ ɢᴏɴᴇ ǝuoɓ ǝɹ,ʎǝɥʇ ǝɹoɟǝq ɯǝɥʇ ɥɔʇɐɔ os˙˙˙˙ ʇɟıɹp llıʍ sdoɹpuıɐɹ ǝʞıl sʇɥɓnoɥʇ ǝsǝɥʇ
