The rain stopped pounding
because you smiled my way-
I was left breathless.
The rain cleared up and
I was looking for rainbows
that didn't exist.
The rain came lightly
at first it was only mist
but it didn't last.
The rain was steady
like how you were on your feet
you never fell once.
The rain grew and grew
falling down faster, harder
exactly like us.
The rain was very bad
but we didn't know or care,
we were infinite.
The rain grew more worse-
hurricane of emotions
that we didn't know.
The rain was so loud
our love, my sanity, gone,
but you didn't care.
The rain grew silent
but only to me because
I'd drowned and you'd float.
The rain would soon stop
and I'd see that you had left
without noticing.
The rain would soon clear
and I'd see that I knew you,
you didn't know me.
The rain would soon leave
as quick as it came and I'd
be left drowning here.
The rain would make sense,
sooner, or later, but now,
I was left speechless.
The rain would be you,
and I'd still be drowning here,
not knowing what hit.
The rain left like you
with no warning or scene and
I thought I would die.
The rain didn't come
for awhile, and I thought
I wouldn't make it.
The rain seemed good still,
no matter how much damage it
seemed perfect to me.
The rain was a drug,
dangerous and deadly and
addictive at best.
The rain left sadness
that I thought would never end
but I am still here.
The rain taught me stuff
like how to swim and how to
take care of myself.
The rain was like you,
and you were too much like rain,
you both couldn't see.
No matter if we were
face to face or in the eye
of the hurricane.
So I have one thing
I'd like to tell you both now;
thank you, so, so much.
YOU ARE READING
Metanoia
Random(n) the journey of changing one's mind, heart, self, or way of life A collection of thoughts I've had, Stories I've written, Questions I've asked, And realizations I've made. Watch as I grow up and my thoughts change and my writing develops from 8th...
