.i have found joy in the rain for as long as i can remember
.as a child, i could never understand why do many smiles fades come the storms of september
.as i grow older, i wonder
.maybe people aren't as worried about the rain and thunder
.as they are about the darkness matching their own mind
.they want to ignore the evil in their hearts, keep it all pent up inside
.and that answer makes sense to me
.because i've always known to set my demons free
.i made friends with my hate and played games with my self-doubt
.my tears supplied my hydration and my smile was a pout
.in my head
.my smile and my frown- my best friend and my enemy- shared the same bed
.so, when i was little i never understood
.how shutting these things out could do any good
.but as i've grown, so had the darkness
.and the storm clouds roll in, dark and ominous
.i can't tear myself away from the anger or the friend i've made with my pain
.in short, i still love the rain
~poetryinshambles
