I'm Pathetic Trash

Rain

This is just a thing I wrote

The rain. I had always loved the rain.

It was beautiful, how the way the rain drops looked as if they were dancing whilst they hit the ground.

The sound of rain hitting the cold wet floor was soothing. It was music, calming music. I loved it.

Most people hated the cold rain, it was often associated with sadness. They loved the warm sun and how it was associated with happiness.

Except me.

I didn't associate rain with sadness at all. I associated it with other emotions.

The rain often helped me clear my head. It allowed me to think.

Without it where would I have been today? It had helped calm me in so many different situations.

Those situations didn't necessarily have to be bad. They could have been something as simple as my over thinking.

I over thought a lot. It didn't matter the situation, I over thought everything.

I wished that I could just be free. That I could dance and create a beautiful song like the tiny little rain drops people seemed to hate so much.

 But I realized I might never be free. I'd never be free of judgement, fear, negativity. It would always be there, whether I liked it or not.

So I just have to learn to deal with it.

Yeah, that wasn't really that great but meh