the sky is crying once again,

i want to comfort her

but when i step outside,

her tears mix with my own.

so instead i ask if it’s okay that

we sob together

her response is a rumble

of thunder and a strike

of lightning.

the birds hiding from the rain, chirp

from their dry nests in the trees,

they tell me its okay if i’d like

to let out a little scream. i can hear

the thunder coming close

and when it does, i open my mouth

and we roar together.

that’s how we let out our anger and hurt.

we allow ourselves to wallow in

the storm for a little while and

she tells me that the moon has told

her how i have been staying

up past two am, unable to get used

to the feeling of sleeping alone

after getting a taste of having

someone in bed with me.

i confess that its true and admit

the fear that i’ll never escape

from the thought of you.

an hour later a rainbow appears, peaking out

of her clouds and she tells me

that we will be okay. someone once

told her, that a rainbow only comes around

after a little bit of rain.

a streak of sunshine breaks through her

clouds and caresses my face and its

the first time i’ve felt affection

since you have left.

eyes closed,

i’m a baby

cradled in rain’s soothing arms

shhhh shh shhh shhh

dancing against the walls

and i’m rocked to sleep

with gentle taps

dream sleepy dreams

of warmth and comfort

cradled in rain’s soothing arms

shhhh shh shhh shhh

rain is the one thing

that always reminds me

that the earth is

crying with me,

shedding tears over her

broken body

just like me.

rain reminds me

that even planets

have feelings too,

and sometimes,

they just need to be let out,

drained,

so that the clouds can be white again.

Ravaging inside of me

Again. When will all this breaking

In my heart come to an end? I

Need some peace inside, I know.

I need to get away and cry...

I am breaking apart,

Now, can't you see?

I cannot hide it...

My life is a mess,

You know that well.

Know me deeper than others I know...

How can we go on like this?

Every word of mine cold,

Arrows of ice.

Rain in the winter, freezing.

Through our hearts all this will pierce

If I can just let the water inside free...

Let me rest now

In the dark. Let me

Find some peace

Everlasting, perhaps.

If I can just let some rain flow free from me...

Please, send the rain down my cheeks.

Raindrops are dance steps

trip-skipping on rooftops

run-weaving down windows

to an incessant beat

Sky sobs more to join them

as thunder rolls rhythm

and lightning claps in time

to that imperfect beat

World sighs as rain drowns it

flood falls to the music

wind partners with storm

to this indelible beat

Rain drops down in dance steps

rap-tapping the rooftops

slip-sliding on windows

an incredible beat

Pitter patters on my window tell me the sky is crying again. She seems to cry a lot.

Sometimes it is a happy cry, and you will know because the sun is still bright and the birds still chirp in the protection of the trees. Then you can hear all the little children playing in the rain and you know couples might be walking hand in hand through the warm drizzle.

Sometimes she cries and it becomes gray and dreary and you know she is lonely. On those days I like to sit outside and cry with her. It is comforting somehow to sit in the quite rain and let all my worries come out as tears.

And sometimes she is heartbroken. Nothing will console her and she makes everyone else feel sad too. Those days, the world gets dark and the rain pours down without cease. The trees will sway and moan and all of the birds will hide, and she almost always cries herself to sleep.

But no matter why she cries, the sky's tears always bring beauty afterwards. The trees will grow bigger and stronger and the flowers will bloom brighter. And if we are lucky she will put on a pretty crown called a rainbow.

So when I hear those pitter patters on my window, I smile because I know her tears will soon end and then beauty will follow.

Rain can go both ways you know

When it comes to emotion

It can be quite cleansing

or it's raging like an ocean

It's all in the foundation

The perspective you adopt

Like right now I am drowning

but tomorrow I may not

In this very moment

a downpour stings my skin

Its heavy, forceful, piercing

and I want to give in

But tomorrow it may drizzle

Soothing all my woes

A soft and tepid bath of rain

That's dripping from my nose

Sometimes I detest the rain

I look outside and sigh

While other days I raise my flag

Surrender to the sky

Rain is so versatile. It’s a simple concept. I mean, I learned the water cycle in 5th grade. But I never really appreciated the rain. Depending on my mood, the way I perceive it changes. Every time it rains, there is a different symbol that comes with it. I remember I went to a funeral a couple of years ago and it was raining. At that point in my life, the rain obviously represented sadness. After the funeral, I began to notice that in every TV show and movie I would watch, it would always rain when there was a funeral. But rain doesn’t only represent sadness and grief. I recall one day when I was sitting in my room and I began to hear the light patter of rain on my window sill. Instead of acting frustrated, I ran downstairs, grabbing my speaker, and pushed shuffle on my favorite playlist. I sprinted outside into the middle of the road and danced around. For once in my life, I didn’t care about the consequences. I just danced and sang and spun around wildly. I felt every droplet of rain hit my skin and I enjoyed every second of it. I believe that rain is a form of rebirth in a way. It’s a pure cleanse. At a funeral, I consider rain to be a different type of cleansing, more of an acceptance. But I believe the most intriguing thing about rain is the fact that everyone understands it differently.

@Sadwinistic