the rain
December7
I sit and think
wondering when it will come back
when i see it
all scattered in little cold droplets
falling on my face
without a care
but i dont mind
i enjoy the sight
the smell of it
the feel of it falling on my face
then dripping down like tears
swiftly falling down to the cold cirfice of the cement
i look up
seeing bid never ending clouds
crossing the tracks of the world
without care of getting run over
to you it may seem gloomey or depressing
but to me it’s amore
all my trobles go away
as i get soaked by those tears from the hevens fall
for i know they mean something
something i will probibly never know
or will never understand
this sight is the rain
my one pill of forgetfullness
.thanks for believing in me and for always being there.