The Rain.

I wrote this a few months ago. It was raining outside; it was very dark and gloomy, but it was so beautiful.

~ The Rain ~

Is the rain just like the world,

Or is the world just like the rain?

Cold, harsh, dark.

Are they words to describe the pain?

 

Or does mean something more,

When you listen to it pour.

As it falls from the sky and hits rock bottom;

when it does, then its completely forgotten.

 

What was once crystal clear, pure and crisp,

Untouched by the world, full of ignorance and bliss,

Is now unknowingly falling into the midst

of a world of hate and carelessness.

 

As it falls closer and closer to its dismay,

The world continues to hate and say

“I hate the rain! I hate the rain!

I wish it would go away!”

 

As we live in this world day to day,

Our tears flow, then fade away.

But in reality they never leave

They are just dried up on your sleeve.

 

The rain is the same as our tears in the end.

They dry up, recollect, then when they fall, they pour.

And if we cry in the rain, when they meet and they blend.

It becomes something more.

 

The two can relate;

In this world full of hate

Forgetting about you and I

Being deaf to the sound of our agonizing cry.

 

But in that moment,

that moment of comfort.

You feel inside as if rain isn’t just water,

Its something more than that; Just like you are to your mother.

 

You’re special, and unique in your very own way,

Just like each water droplet, no two are the same.

Although you may feel you just blend in everyday,

Know someone else can relate to your pain.

 

Rain can relate to the world,

The world can relate to you,

Your tears can relate to rain,

You all hate each other too.

 

For together they represent something more

And when you feel it for the first time,

Its like nothing you’ve ever felt before.

Its indescribable and powerful, yet pure and divine.

 

What the world does not know,

Is that it needs the rain to thrive.

Without the rain its safe to say

The world would simply die.

 

Rain is not like the world

And the world is not like the rain.

 

You. Are. The world. The tears. The Rain.

Reviews

[yolo]

this is sick! Props to you, really well done! Its a amazing metaphor really for the world today, nicely done!