it is  
raining again

remember when we were kids
we would stare outside the window
look for the pitter patter

we would leave foggy hand
prints on the glass
we would sing rain rain go away

teacher told us to.

clouds,
so discontent with thunder an-
d lightning.
always fighting
with each other
with anything
lots of yelling
lots of screaming

poor
grey clouds
cant hold the blue sky anymore.
down comes the rain,
sad clouds,
lots of rain.

thunder and lighting
get mad
boom
sky lights up with twenty million volts of resentment

that was a story
my mom told me when i was a little kid
who knew it was non-fiction

non-fiction to say the least
it was a reflection
a reflection of my parents
and why they don't love each other anymore

twenty million volts of resentment
on my
mothers
face
she says it was
an accident
it's fine

i am not a kid anymore
i know it isn't
fine
and
i dont sing
rain  rain        go
away

I
because you are never here to sing it with me
and

II
because i've learned that the rain has to pour before it doesn't,
so just
let it
*******
pour

its pouring all the time, and even when its not it still is
and you may not see it
and maybe no one can
but i see it
its constant.

i have
really grown to
love
the rain