They saw world through closed eyes

In explanation
Had grown up too fast

Eyes traumatized
Sights not meant for such young
Supple bodies

But never opening to realize I am not her

The rain that drenched her as a young lady barely grazed me

Maybe I have closed eyes to thank for that

As the nights draw in
And the days become cold
I find its you
I am wanting to hold

A hand in mine
An arm around me
Legs tangled
Under a blanket sea

The wind howls outside
The rain bashes down
It’s definitely winter
I can tell from the sound

Winter sounds
Like the wind and the rain
But like laughter, from Christmas
All fun and games

This winter is different,
Because of, you know,
But we’ll soon have Christmas
There’s not long to do

I’m determined to spend it
Right by your side
I’ve told you already
I’ve nothing to hide

As long as I get
My Christmas with you
I won’t complain
If you don’t get me shoes

This year has been different
I think you’ll agree
And dating's not easy
When its just 3 degrees

We’ll find a way through
Like we always do
And we’ll get our Christmas
Just me and you

Pitter, patter, pitter, patter. The rain fell onto the ground, drop by drop. I lay there in the middle of the field surrounded by what seemed like never ending amounts of wet grass. My hair became soaking wet. My clothes were drenched. My brand new pair of shoes were soaked all the way through. But I didn't care. Not one bit. I laid down. I somehow found the rain comforting. There was no one outside. No one liked staying outside getting drenched, except me. The thought of how the rain was always there just above me crowded in the clouds waiting to be released into the big wide world was nice, how I knew they were always there. I felt bad for the rain though. How they had to stay crowded inside a single cloud until that cloud didn't want them anymore. Lying in the rain, I felt free. No one around me to judge, to give my ***** looks or to laugh at me being myself. Unlike at school, here I was free from everything. I got up from where I was sitting. I looked up, all I could see was endless amounts of rain just coming and coming. Wow. Just wow. Everyone at school would probably hate the rain. They would just wait for it to go away. But why couldn't they enjoy it while it lasted. Sooner or later it would be all gone. Just like that. Gone.

the rain it howls so loud
the thunder it crashes.
caught in this constant storm with no way out
I am so afraid.

But then there You are.
Like a beacon in the darkness.
You welcome me in with open arms and hold me tight.

The storm is still there
But now I have a rain coat.

-You.j.j