The rain is calling my name as i write here one last time. The rain is telling me things only a person with such words could understand. Rain speaks to so little people. It cries in despair trying to hear for the words "i hear you" it cries louder as it sees everybody running away from it, hiding. It cries it screams it kicks and turns and throws anything just to get the attention it wants. What does it want?
Does it want it's long lost loved back?
Doesn't want the words it once grasped?
Or does it want just one person to bring it comfort?
Who knows for how long it has been in such a painful state. I feel like it is calling my name. I feel like you are calling my name. Feeling so poetic but at the same time so limited to my language.
Just the rain feel like we do. Does it want? Does it miss?
Do you think it has now realized that what it lost and finally came back was what it needed?
Do you think it regrets being the reason why it had left?
Do you think it's finally that one last cry, the cry of peace?
Only some people say that the rain truly does call their name. Do those people have something that no one else knows about? To those people feel and express a different way? Or has old friends finally come back together one last time.
