Gift from Rain

Take a few seconds to sit in the rain;
With the first sprinkle of rain
Erases every mistake and
Irregular moment which may have resulted in regret

The rain is now pouring,
You are looking at it,
Your subconscious tells you to dive in.
Head first, fuck the hair you care and flaunt around.

The power of the rain on the night you came to the conclusion
You are nothing but his memory,
He sometimes needs to form an indulgence in.
You allow it, you too are weak and still in love with him.

You can notice no more than the struggle of the love, you
Must let go, for the sanity of what has to be.
This is a fellowship, forget that nothing in life is free.
There is a price you pay, so you can soak in the thrill of moving on.

Feel the rain, taking it all in, have the courage to breathe.
That first drop hits you like lightening, you remember your first kiss.
It was so sweaty, and moist and boogery and but still amazing.
You smell the rain and you allow your body to pulsate in.

Drip. Drip. Drip. The rain is loud and crying.
You feel your reflection booming, you’re so wet.
It’s pounding hard, your now at the place where he chased you and
Told you he loved you. Drip. Drip. Drip.

No one but you are aware of the tears you choose to wear.
The rain is so fucking cold, colder than your lungs and weaker than your soul.
She spits at you, repeatedly. She takes you back to the time he breathed you, and
Promised you forever. Panic escapes your feet and you fall on your knees.

Trapped by the thought of the time he told me he was married, now.
I cling onto the ground that pushed me out into this “rain.”
Waiting for the next memory it wants to dish out, as I know lay on my hands.
I am at the place where I out to be, not focused on an ex who didn’t value me.

The rain it is no longer and am I’m in the process of standing on my two feet.
Right before I kiss the floor, thankful of what I mean to mean.
Fuck how “we” ended and what will never be.
The power of circumstance and what you grow to see.