Rain

I can hear the almost silent tap of rain..



Droplets of water come in contact with skin.

And the rain is the fine line between the past and the future.

Sopping wet hair hides all my glorious shame.

Sitting here with agony on one side and anguish on the other.

Though I dare not reveal my hidden feelings.

Solitude weighs down my heart as the rain continues.

Puddles of water conjure my memories.

And they reflect my lonely self.

But despite all the melancholy thoughts.

Despite the bittersweet tears of the clouds that fall endlessly.

I must admit I love walking in the rain.

Because no one will know I'm crying.