The rain.

Sometime ago, I was feeling very depressed. I wrote this, writing helps me express my feelings.

The rain is my friend.
It knows how I feel.
I fake a laugh,
a smile.
The dark clouds part letting a single ray of
sunshuine through.
The rain is my friend.
It knows how I feel.
I bottle up the pain.
The hurt, the feelings.
The usual puffy white clouds grow dark and
ominous.
The rain is my friend.
It knows how I feel.
Each day the pain grows stronger.
In the distance the thunder rumbles telling
the foreseeable future.
"I'm sorry, it's over."
The last straw.
Lighting rips through the sky.
My heart tares.
The rain drops fall from the sky, like the
tears roll down my cheeks.
Drowning out any shred of happiness I had left.

Reviews

[Bare trees]

This could benefit from a little less repetition perhaps although I don't really see anything here I haven't heard before. Sorry.

[Loveylocks]

Thank for your input! Sorry you didn't enjoy it!

[ghostlyhearts]

This is wonderful. Just a suggestion, maybe try the word, Rolling. Other than that, I love it.