Rain.

I look forward to the rain,
to the soft solitude that it brings, to the serenity that follows.

I look forward to the rain,
to the wet jacket and the damp skin, to the frizzy hair and the humid warmth within.

I look forward to the rain,
and the sad songs that accompany it.

I look forward to the rain,
and the solum recession of my emotions with the rhythm of each drop.

For just a moment, I don't have to feel anything.
But just watch as the earth is drenched with that thing we call rain.

I look forward to the rain,
and the ominous clouds that overlook my imperfections.
and to the color being washed away,
leaving mostly everything grey.

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I find more beauty in those things that stay colorful.
In those things that stay pristine even though the objects around it fade away.
I just wish I could be so resilient like those things.
I just wish that for once, maybe I wouldn't listen to sad songs during the rain.

But that's the just the way things are right?
That's how its supposed to be?
Maybe for once I could only look for the beauty in rain, and not the grey.

Maybe I can retain my emotions when the rain comes,
instead of watching them flutter by ever so quickly.

Maybe I can write the music to the rain.
And maybe then they wont be so sad.

Or maybe, I can just keep looking forward,
to the rain.