Love and Other Fuckups

Rainstorms

I like the feeling of the rain

As it pounds down on my pale skin.

And I like the sound it makes

As it connects with my roof.

I like the trails it makes

As it slides down my windows.

And I like the look of it

When it falls into puddles.

But most of all

I like how it reminds me;

That even the sky cries,

Too.