When people write
When people talk of all the bad things
They lived through
They saw
They talk about rain
“It was like a rain cloud over our heads”
“It felt like there was a constant rain cloud above
And it's accepted
Like it's common knowledge that rain is bad
It's your depression
It's your loss
And it's your God awful mood
Who decided this?
When did the rain become the worst thing there could be
“It was a dark and stormy night”
When she went on a walk
And it was bright and sunny when her life forever changed
I want to be the rain
I envy the rain
When the sky opens and you are drenched by the falls
You stop and stare
When the thunder screams it gets your attention
And you listen
I want that power
I want to make people listen to my words
I want my ideas to pour from me like water from the sky
And I want my words to hit you like thunder
Screaming into openness
And I want you to scream back
Because then do I get to watch realization flash across your face like lightening through the sky
when you figure out that I'm talking to you
The rain was never bad
It is not your depression
and it will never be your bad mood
But it will forever be taunting you with the power you wish you had