His Rain

In the end, you were able to say you loved becausewithout love we cease to exist.

'I fell in love with the rain' he told me

In truth however, the perilous journey of the tiny water droplet

Becomes the murky puddle too quickly 

It's existence merely reduced down to the droplet in the vast sea

He wished to see the rain, he says

To be able to peak at it from his window

The convenience, ignorance and innocence in his words 

Had me believe that he'd choose me over snow

I want your rain, says he

Had I known, it was without my cloudy grey skies

Without the counterparts of my 

Thunder, lightning, mist and breeze

And yet forgotten plays the sound of rain

That once brought you to your knees

'You don't want the rain anymore'

'You want a rainbow' I said

Where you can admire only the beauty

In the ugly, the aftermath of what

Rain brings after its completed duty.