Rain(bows)

When i look in the mirror my image couldn't be any clearer.
i see myself, pretending i can't see; when i bleed.
i cry, tears soaking my sleeve,
water-falling from my face
tears that weren't just falling,
drizzling like misty waterfalls.
Dropping like apples off a tree, crashing into each other.
the neglect you feel; the apples feel.
when the farmer 'grows' more than he can pick up.
just so they can stay in place and rot.
what the farmers don't realize is even after bruised, an apple is sweeter, inside.
Love doesn't exist where love used to be found,
which fuels the urge, to just sit down.
what is love and how does it work?
do i just love and get hurt or do i let love and hurt?
the rainfall happens first.
pouring through my stability,
flooding through my lungs.
they say no rainbows without the rain,
but you need the sun.
.rain brings flowers and floods,
life and lethargy.

but the rain happens first.
after the storm,  out comes the sun.
rain touches life in ways untold,
the ability to bring down the dam
yet raise life in fields of marigolds.

all i need is a little rain.