If I were the rain,
Then you are the clouds
The source of my pain
It’s all coming down.

Like a water balloon
I pop and cascade.
Built up over time
The pressure gives way.

From the scornful words
To deceitful lies
I burdened it all
Because I was blind.

Dazzled by feelings
That I thought were real
I let you dictate
The way I would feel.

After a while,
What used to be blue,
Turned to a thick gray;
My feelings for you.

I wish I could say
The day is still bright
But the forecast says,
“This is what is right.”

You had your last chance
To show what you’re worth.
With that chance you showed
You’re no more than dirt.

So now when it rains
I look to the sky
Open up my arms
And accept it’s fine.