#rainstorms
I learned to adore you
In all the best ways
The way the sunset in your eyes
Nights spent cherishing your body
Turns into day
Your soul was damaged just like mine
Full of bruises black and blue
Scratched all on the surface
Like a record that sings the blues
I always claimed to be so alone
Eyes made of thunder clouds
But In your presence I was home
Hands pressed against the stained glass
It’s hard to see your face
and I miss that place
Now the streets feel lonely
And rainstorms make me cry
And I don’t see sunsets in the dusk sky
And I hate
When
You cry
Jun 5, 2020
Jun 5, 2020 at 9:38 AM UTC
Let the clouds remind you
That I am always nearby
When the storms and thunder come
I sing along with them.
As rain covers the earth
And deep clouds surround the sky
Hear the patter of the drops
And know all along
I’m by your side
Never too far gone
Feel the cool touch on your skin
Like a gentle tap from me
Let it remind you
I’ve never really left.
Smell the fresh breeze
Imagine me there
Let the winds whisper
About secrets and stories
I’ve left for you to share.
Smell the fresh scent
Close your eyes
And know above anything
You can see me in the sky.
Dec 23, 2019
Dec 23, 2019 at 8:11 PM UTC
surely
You are found in the sound
of raindrops dripping
sprinkling, storming,
coming down in sheets.
Feb 20, 2019
Feb 20, 2019 at 2:18 PM UTC
she told me my writing is sad
too depressing to read
why don't i just write about happy things?
she said i write as though it's always raining outside
and i told her when it rains
it pours
and when the sun and rainbows are out
there is nothing left of my shattered soul to pour
until another rainstorm.
Feb 12, 2019
Feb 12, 2019 at 1:24 AM UTC
When we see dark clouds,
we think the storm is beautiful.
We sit in our homes
and listen to the rain
soaking into the ground.
We go outside
and dance.
Sometimes there is destruction.
Sometimes there is chaos.
But there is still rain
And with rain,
the flowers and trees
are able to grow.
*They become stronger.
Resilient.
Beautiful.*
Are not humans the same?
We see rainstorms and we see beauty.
Why is it that when we see
the storms of life,
we see only
destruction.
Only pain.
*Even though the storm is painful,
we grow like nature.
Strong.
Resilient.
Beautiful.*
Jun 30, 2015
Jun 30, 2015 at 10:18 PM UTC
Love is a Rainstorm.
It has its strengths and weaknesses.
Puddles of memories everywhere.
Causing one to want to write about it.
Droplets of water kissing many faces.
Hot cocoa and marshmallows,
One... Two... Three... And so on.
Scented candles lighting up the night.
Dark, full clouds blocking the sun's smile.
Little ones jumping from puddle to puddle.
Hear the laughter. Enjoyment from the rain.
Staying indoors with love ones.
Daydreamers wondering when the rain will move along.
The rain sings a sweet lullaby of their choice.
Washing away yesterday.
Lovely to fall asleep to.
Will it rain tomorrow??
Throw pajamas in the dryer
so that they're warm when falling asleep.
As well with blankets.
Nighttime has come.
Cuddle, drink hot cocoa with rich marshmallows,
warm blankets and Pajamas, all with a good movie.
And all done with a lovely companion.
Apr 10, 2015
Apr 10, 2015 at 2:00 AM UTC
Why do the worms fiercely dig their way to the surface
During rainstorms
As though they're afraid to miss the spectacle?
Don't they know they will end up drowning
In pools of chilled sky-tears
And get stomped by careless and hurried feet?
Strewn across drenched brick and concrete walkways,
Thousands,
Yet each somehow alone in his own conquest.
Drawn
Like the moth to the flame
And my eye to the sun.
Apr 17, 2014
Apr 17, 2014 at 3:09 PM UTC