Living Life Under the Rain

Take out your umbrella because its going to  be one of those days where you don't want to go out and smile at a stranger and laugh at jokes that aren't all that great. you'd much rather be in bed with the covers high, hiding your face and those eye bags that are deeper than the ocean floor. you haven't slept because your eyes no longer follow your brain's command to let things go; which immediately affects your breathing, as you hold on to oxygen a little too long like you're being asked to part with an old-time friend. i feel your shoulders tighten although the mattress underneath your fragile body must feel like the warmest embrace you have felt since friday. but i cant even mention friday to you or your eyes will do that thing where they unknowingly begin to flood as if your pupils were the boat, and we both know that it would be shipwrecked. [your eyes can water just as heavily as rain that hits the cold pavement, splashing and making its presence known. and then silence.]

 but wait, i see a spectrum of lights as the outside world enters your corneas and perfuses the void.

it will fill in the colors your face once had, 

those rosy cheeks and once clear honey eyes will again be restored to perfection. those full lips will once again find that U shape that they knew so well, and i will never stop kissing them. 

 Stop hiding under those thick covers, let your true colors show. i can already see some pouring out and i think i see some new ones. Don't be afraid, the combinations are beautiful. the flowers rooted deep have always had a story to tell and as i crouch down to hear it, the fragrance is overpowering. Each flower gets richer in color as you laugh and it shakes with excitement. Suddenly it starts to rain hard in the garden and worry spreads across my face in an instant. But you're able to gently reassure me this time and say this: “the rain brings life, what am i without it?” You look up and stare at the storm clouds then almost in a whisper you say “they dont look so ugly and meaningless anymore. Everything happens for a reason.” You couldn't have said anything truer. The grass is wet, its certainly uncomfortable, but after this rainfall it'll be the greenest grass that anyone has seen in a while.