The rain.
How come no one loves the rain?
Well, not no one butmost of the people hate the rain.
I love it.
The most beautiful type of weather,
so nautral yet so troubling.
This natural way of telling me that i'm alive,
i can feel it.
Its amazing,
the rain.
How come not meany people loves the rain?
Its the way we find to let go,
its the way i have learned to let go,
to feel it.
I can hear you falling and crashing against me,
evaporating back to where you came from,
take me info your endless journey,
that magic trip of falling,
the rain.
That started in my heart the minute you left,
that invades my desert skin when i remember,
the rain.
that gets me the way you did,
gets me back in my feet,
crash against me i fell,
the smell of you in my ears.
The rain.
You were my rain.
