I got tired of trying to look for rainbows
that's why I began appreciating the rain instead
I willed myself to see its beauty
the pitter-patter tune of each trickle
the morning dews and cold pavement
and slowly,
so very slowly,
I began to like the lack of warmth
I accepted it wholly
until it made me forget what a rainbow is
and slowly,
so very slowly,
everything around me just came pouring

endless pain. endless bliss.
tell me, is this therapeutic?
Or borderline unhealthy?

*—L.m.