When it rains, all the pieces fragments broken chips of my life suddenly have meaning.
The feelings and emotions rise up, bubbling at the surface, anger love joy and depression boiling, overflowing at the core, so no shrink can handle the pay check
the pain of not knowing and fear of losing drip drip drips in my body creating a running river of shit no one needs.
That Saturday night when we kissed in the water, drops of rain gleaming on our cheeks like sweat, no obligation, shear blissful ignorance
there’s no need to think, just listen to Him cry, each shower a baptism, each drop a blessing
I’m ten thousand feet up, soaring over cities swimming in clouds, no need for worry or work, and all I can think about is the rain
the emotions in my body seep out of my mind, finally, being exposed to air after centuries in the tomb.
I’m ranting, I’m sick, I’m tired, I’m done, I need some coffee.
I don’t want money, fame, success or happiness, all I want is you
your beautiful smile, your kissable lips, your warm embrace, your deep sweet eyes, yourself and you.
I’m not great, I’m not even good, but I’m here and loving, in love and in love with you
I’m skinny, tall, and awkward, I’m cheesy, clichéd, annoying, and boring, I talk funny, stutter, rant, and don’t make sense, but hey, I got you once didn’t I?
No one’s perfect, not even you, but no one tries either, so I’m trying and wishing and praying that you hear me.
Puddles, streams, water covered pavement: step splash, stomp splash, skip hop slide splash, a depressed smile upon my face.
When it rains, I walk, think, try to forget. As if the rain drops would erase all the painful memories, and infect my brain with a perfect world
but I don’t want to forget, I want reality not happiness.
I hear the first drops pounding on the roof and I know I’m awake, this is real, this is life.
No sunshine can legitimize thoughts like this. So bright and fake, giving most an artificial sense of happiness, the perfect weather, but no, reality is rain, dark, dank, damned dreary days are what lie ahead.
It’s your life, your choice, and if you want to live in the sunshine all your life, that’s your decision. But when you’re ready for real love, I’ll be waiting outside in the rain, ready to sweep you off your feet.
GK
