I became a poet today,
The rain inspired me.
Imagine a weather,
That brings out the better.
The emptiness looms,
While I find an escape from doom.
I'm hoping someday,
I have to not cry when I talk.




The sound you make when you drop,
Is akin to that of a heart beating lub-dup.
Wretched, filthy, unwanted bag of molecules,
The amount of hatred I have for you, cannot be estimated.
But believe me I love the chill you bring,
Or maybe I act like I do.
Just know, my dear rain...

I want to breathe,
Save me.


I want to sleep e'er,
Hold me.


I want to dream,
Let me.