Yellow Will Always Be The Color I Think Of When I Think Of You

Rain Pours Down

There was this boy I knew. Quiet and reserved. Always afraid to speak his mind. He never cussed, he never rose her voice, he never did anything bad. He was so sweet and kind, he didn't have a bad bone in his body. He was so soft spoken he often let people take advantage of his kindness and would let himself hurt if it meant making others happy. When he loved he loved hard. He was selfless and beautiful in every way you could imagine, but he had a dark side.

This boy he loved the rain. He loved the dark clouds and rough winds that came with it. He loved the lightning and thunder that followed. He wasn't an outdoorsy type of person but when it rained he came outside to watch the raindrops fall from the sky and collide with the earths surface. He took in the smell of wet pavement and the sound of crashing thunder every time it rained.

I never understood his love for the rain. I didn't get it at all. Most people they go inside when it rains. They can't sleep with the sounds of rumbling thunder filling the air on those grey gloomy days. They couldn't stand the way the rain made the air feel so thick and foggy. Just like me.

But this boy he embraced it. He found calmness in the crackling of thunder and sound of raindrops beating down onto the floor. He found beauty in the way the lightning lit up the grey sky. He took deep breaths of the thick air most people hated.

One day the boy left me all alone and he never came back. A deep feeling of sorrow took over my body and then it rained. And I finally understood.

There was this boy I knew. He left me all alone and now I love the rain.