rain.

i think about you

when it rains

because everytime

the raindrops

splatter on my window,

i would remember

how we would watch the rain fall

together.

we would stay indoors

and listen to the soft music

of the rain hitting the roof,

or sometimes close our eyes

and fall asleep

with the windows open.

the rain would be our song,

we needed nothing else.

we would laugh

as we made a contest of

which rain drop would go the fastest,

rain was our bond,

our love in physical form,

and i cannot express it

in any way with words;

rain was our communication.

we lived in a world

of our on fantasies,

on those rainy days.

while everyone else

wished for it to go away,

we would make our own world,

write our own stories,

sing our own tunes.

it was like rain

created a new dream for us;

we would lose ourselves

in the soft beat

and wisk away

to our own imagination —

our young love

would shine bright.

but then i lost you;

and now everytime i see the rain,

i think of you

and all of the time we shared.

i think of our laughter

and our jokes,

and our love;

i miss us.

but you’re not here anymore

and rain brings just a memory.

yet i don’t want it to be;

my tears

from mourning the past

cannot melt

with the precious memories

of us.

so when the rain comes tomorrow,

i will take up my pen.

i will write my own world,

without you;

the rain will be my melody,

my laughter,

my jokes,

and my own self love.