The rain and I are the same.

Except one of us likes the darkness, the

Coldness, the fear, the unknowing.

Teardrops pour like raindrops, forever in

a solemn field of storm

They splash and drown the innocent

On land and in my heart.

It likes drenching

Loud booms of anger and loathing

Beams of light suddenly breaking through the 

Darkness only to be hidden again.

Ruin hapiness and laughter.

Coldness drips, drips, drips.

Fear crashes and bangs.

Real emotions briefly show 

Too much rain going on

Where is my rainbow?



V.M.B