The Rain

She asked me why it rains.

I don’t know I answered.

But I’m glad ’cause the falling rain is linked to the pain.

She looked at me, smiled and said,

love reign in the rain and the pain is not but the alien joy that invades your atria and ventricles.

Behind every chill there’s warmth.

So smile!

For one day the sun will illuminate our way back to one another.

Aren’t I glad I had on my shades for my eyes began to glaze.

I could not let her read my face for pride would not let me show my state.

We grew from a trickle to a stream to a mighty river in little time.

But even the greatest of river must split, part ways only 2 fall to the same lake.

U must see my face in the rain.

Sunshine will break this blanket of grey one day and paint your visage with its lovely grace.

On that day tears of joy will drown that pain.

 

She asked me why it rains.

I don’t know, though perhaps the sad sky weeps on our behalf.

Ain’t that a lovely thing, she said, though I would beg it not so.

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