the rain
whenever i struggle to untangle the thoughts within
watching the rain
in silence
is oddly comforting
watching the rain
as it pours heavily outside my window
somehow brings a sense of calm
despite the sounds that come with it
the sounds that each raindrop makes
as it hits the roof
or saved in a bucket
some headed straight to the ground
turn into puddles that you can splash
not to forget, the lightning and thunders
like the final touch on a dish
when put together
it sounds like what i’d imagine
of an orchestra
one of a kind that i’ve never seen
watching the rain
made me wish i had the courage
to dance in it
rather than to run and seek shelter from it
the sight of droplets clinging onto each other
the sensation as you held your hand out to feel it
unlike the sunlight that fills you up with warmth
these droplets made me feel bittersweet
i wished i didn’t know the consequences
of playing in the rain
so that i’ll bravely take a step forward
and run towards it
to embrace each drop
before it falls to the ground
to remind me of what it means to be human
to feel things and accept the stirring emotions within
as i feel them on my skin
as i let it wash my pain and sorrow away
watching the rain
made me wish i had the strength
to do something different
to take risks and not worry about the consequences
rather than taking careful and planned steps
so that i won’t fall
if anything
the rain would remind me
that it’s okay to wash off the dirt
to come clean
and never fear start over again
watching the rain
often also reveal other thoughts
it made me wish i knew
what i wanted to do in life
so that i would stop struggling
stop killing time
that i could use to get closer
to “the dream”
in a race
where everyone else has it all figured out
here you are
feeling lost and helpless
while trying to catch a breath
in the marathon that seemed like forever
when will this all end,
you wonder
yet found no answer
as to why “youth is wasted on the young”
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