Loving is a lot like the rain

Loving is a lot like the rain 

Sometimes it’s slow, little by little and just enough to make you squirm 

Sometimes it’s heavy, there’s thunders and you couldn’t run away from it even if you tried 

Sometimes it’s calm and comforting and it makes you forget everything that made you sad in the first place 

Oh but sometimes it’s disastrous, takes apart everything and a little more 

Leaves you with nowhere to hide and nothing left of yourself 

 

Other times the rain comes after a long long wait 

When the flowers and the plants have stopped growing pretty 

And the streets long to feel that sweet sweet pouring on it’s grounds 

And oh how amazing that type of rain feels 

Like everything you’ve Always wanted and never knew you needed 

 

There are people who love the rain and people who hate it 

The people who hate it are mostly those who were hurt by it 

Or are scared of it 

Scared of how it’s intense and can fill up so many needs 

How can it feel and mean so much but at the same time 

It’s absolutely nothing by itself 

And those who love it may be crazy, because it’s impossible to wholeheartedly love something 

That can ruin your life 

 

But when you love the rain, it’s sound and its smell 

You are home whenever you feel the wet raindrops on your face 

Or listen to the sound of the puddles on your feet 

To love the rain is to be safe and never scared 

It feels a lot like coming alive 

 

And yet, there are times when all the rain does is wreck 

Wreck places and plants and lives 

But oh, the rain can’t be blamed 

It just does what it does

Author's Note

The first thing I ever wrote (sorry if it sucks)