because.


eventhough the rain is cold and bitter

it still paints the roads with its shiny ectasy to be felt

it drops in when you least expect it

it reflects things brilliantly

and is something rather to be learned from

than ran from

I wanna live like rain

and touch things and people

I do not know

I want to be benefical to someones survival

I want I want I want

and I fall and fall and fall and fall

sometimes silently

sometimes loudly


either way I crash

and you feel it more than I do.

and we laugh all the way to the ground

so its not so bad.

me as the rain

you as my unfortunate stranger.

this rain is much like our love


thats why.