she's the violent pouring rain.

this lightning strikes the same way every time it rains. the same boy hides every time it blares. his mother stays to shoo his fears. the girl goes outside to see her favorite color.

he said she has gone out of reach. she said she's getting better. he said she should've stayed. she said he should've listened.

his mother sits beside him to soothe his wounds.

he's the smell of the grass after rain,
and she can't stand ending herself.

do you ever miss home
do you ever miss the people chanting your name
do you ever miss hearing your name pronounced properly
do you ever miss this shade of red
do you ever miss home?

I'm sorry you couldn't sleep I'm sorry you were awake in someone else's dream I'm sorry it was mine again

i remember being in a car when i was four years old, looking outside and smiling, being thankful that it hadn't rained for months.
i remember walking down this very pavement when it was slippery and i was six and wanting nothing else but to go home
i remember going to my best friend's house when water flooded the streets, i fell down and bruised my knee
i remember seeing a woman lose her shoe during a flood

i feel like i wasn't made to love rain. i love it when it ends. i love the smell of the grass after it rains. i love rainbows. i love all the cliches of it.

to answer your question,
i loved the rain exactly twice in my life
the second one being last june
you left in july and i haven't loved rain since