I love the rain. Always have and always will.

Although some people detest it or don’t know how to handle it, I’ve found that rain brings a lot of joy and happiness to my life. You can be having the worst day in the world and rain comes along, making you forget about everything else.

We use to love the rain together…and often talked about spending our lives together, enjoying everything that rain has to offer. Someday.

But the attitude changed. You simply said that you didn’t love the rain as much as I do and that you’d rather the rain die so that you could basque in sunshine while I lay in the rain.

1…2….3…0….0….4 I decided to join you in the sun and leave the rain behind with promises that we’d one day enjoy the rain again….together. Although the rain was something that made me smile, it now served the purpose of hiding my tears because you didn’t want to be there in the rain anymore. So I guess I’ll follow your lead…we’ll move on.

And you continued moving…further into the sunshine, while I pined for the rain. I just wanted to see the rain, feel the rain because I have a true appreciation for it. But you stayed in the sun.

It’s been years now and I still haven’t forgotten about the rain. The rain came to see me once but didn’t stay long. I think that it’s my punishment for abandoning it in the first place, all so I could be in the sun with you.

And now, you love rain…and I can barely see it. I dunno if rain is even in my future. The one chance that I had to forever love the rain, play in the rain and become one with it…you took it away for your own shine. But now, you love it again…just not by yourself though.

Why wasn’t my rain good enough?

*cries*