I stared at the ceiling fan
Thinking about the man,
The man who sat at the bench
Enjoying being drenched.
I wondered how he loved the rain,
When I thought it was all in vain.

What was I missing?
That he had gained
Why couldn't I enjoy?
Thinking it was a pain
Tears rolling down my eyes
I had been freed.
From the feeling of not feeling
I think I just needed to breathe.
I woke up at the sound of the thunderstorm,
Wanting to sense it too,
The rain that poured
Drop by drop and so very soon.
Never had I felt something so deep,
Questioning what made me weep.
With a blurred vision,
And a heavy heart
I had found a reason.
Sad I thought was that part,
When I fell in love with the rain at once
For now I knew it better than anyone,
The task of concealing since months
The tears I had been hiding from every single one.