It’s raining gain.
The windows,wet. Outdoors, foggy.
The breeze, cold, as if telling me to feel
the chills of the past once more.
The clouds are dark as if hiding something,
Shady as if wanting to pour everything, whining.
It’s going to rain, again.
Emotions that have been imprisoned forcibly will overflow,
just wanting to explode and set loose
Emotions that I’d thought would cause me to smile
but just brought me sorrow and grief.
I still remember the first time I felt that way
I thought it was beautiful like rays of sunshine
giving me warmth and life
Thinking that this would fill all the empty voids
but as time goes by it turns
colder and colder,
darker and darker.
rage and hatred piled up, hinting
a storm coming up
a typhoon of emotions accumulated from
broken promises and empty words.
It’s raining again.
along with the raindrops
are teardrops, not for regret and remembering you
but for being thankful that a nightmare has ended, a nightmare that is ‘us’.