The Rain

The rain pours down and I can't help but wonder if they're your tears. My darling, why are you crying? Would you like me to stand in the rain and soak in your tears? I would. If you wanted me to. If it would bring you back. All I have left are my memories of you. The good and the bad.

 

The rain hasn't stopped, so I must ask again...My darling, why are you crying? Do you miss what you left behind? Are you finally realizing that death and suicide wasn't the answer? Do you see the pain you've caused to people who love and cared about you? I wish not to blame this on you. Knowing you were confused and scared. I must not blame this on you, for that would be wrong of me.

 

The rain still falling. It's mighty rage beginning to soften. I'll ask you again, wishing for an answer, but knowing one won't come for years after. My darling, why are you crying? Oh how I wish to be there with you. To wipe your tears away and whisper to you "It's gonna be okay." I wish I could feel your touch one last time. One final kiss. Your lips on mine. The final "I love you" before it starts to snow.

 

And with that the rain finally stopped, as well as my heart. Here I come my darling. Please cry no longer, for I am here.

Author's Note

Just something I wrote in the middle of a storm. Review?

Reviews

[Alisa_the_fluff_ball]

That was incrediably heartfelt. The fact that you could pull all that emotion and story just from watching a storm is wonderful! Very well written, I enjoyed this a lot!

--Alisa_the_fluff_ball