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Mae Oct 2018
I like how the air smells just before it rains. I like how it turns cold and dark. It makes you want to snuggle more in your bed. I like how the lightning strikes from a distant. Its deep rumbles comfort me and the light it gives is just so beautiful. I like how any mellow music goes with the whole thing just before it rains. It turns the whole song into another level. I like how quiet the whole area goes. It gives you peace and it makes you relax after a long tiring day.

Then the rain will come. Slowly, like it’s unsure if it’s okay just to pour it all out... I like rains. Sometimes it makes me wish for the storm to never end. Its like my whole entire being, baring its soul to the world, the way I couldn’t do it.
svdgrl Aug 2018
I couldn't tell you at the time.
You were trying hard to drive.
The rain made our vision mauve,
but somehow you got me home, safe.
You are always, the sweetest thing.
Even when its bright and early,
and you're at your crankiest, you try
to remind me how much I'm
the one you hate the least.
But eventually, you might.

I couldn't tell you at the time,
we were listening to Frank.
The rain invaded every line,
but I sang to it the same.
And when it became severe,
you held my fingers and you steered.
We looked closer than eyelids,
Center console, kept us divided,
You told me it'd be alright.
while we listened to "Nights."
pri Aug 2018
our love doesn’t exist.
but i can tell you about our love.

our love is like gold dust in a miner’s pan,
soft and glimmering, sparkes lost in the world,
thrown haphazardly across the sky.

our love is warm like a summer evening and gentle like the cool breeze you feel when you
fly on playground swings.

our love is that pent-up feeling before a rainstorm,
charged air and a sense of something to come.

our love is like the rainstorm,
soft and loud and enriching.
it’s in the air i breathe, and i’d breathe it all the time.

our love is like blueberries in a red wagon
-aesthetic, cold and sweet.
i taste every time i encounter you.

our love is the curious look on girl’s face,
awkward and longing to know,
to accept this feeling.

the feeling that doesn’t exist.
J Aug 2018
Grey fills the sky
The sun gets covered
And everything becomes cold and dark
The animals go into hiding
The flowers close up
Everything is preparing for the impact
Lightning strikes
Then thunder sounds
Then it pours
And pours
And pours
Until all the clouds pass
And the sun can show again
The animas come out
And the flowers open up again
K Balachandran Jul 2018
thunder rumbles loud,
rainstorm looms, waits to hit hard;
beware! rough weather!
Acina Joy Jun 2018
I know there’s a
storm inside of you,
a rainstorm over the sea.
Every time you cry out,
a flood drowns you in,
and you can’t seem to see me.

—when all you want is for
me to save you.
Let i out.
Colm Jun 2018
As close as the rain which runs down the veiny leaves of the poplar trees. Closer still to you and to your thoughts do I wish to be.
Slowly as I did, to descover this desire within me.
Amanda Kay Burke Mar 2018
Outside the sun is
shining, so why is the rain
pouring down inside?
Sometimes I am sad for no reason, and that makes me even sadder.
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