Rain

It always rains when things go wrong.It rained when I failed my driving test...twice.It lashed when I failed first year.It bucketed when my first love broke my heart and it hailed today when I realized I've been a fool.


The weather can reflect how we're feeling.In a way it empathizes with us but in a way it reminds us of the things that are going wrong.Thud thud thud.The cold rain hits,a heavy reminder.That sticky feeling when you run to get away from it.The dampness on your back.The frizziness in your hair.There for all to see.You hide under your hood but it can only hide so much.You can face the ground but the rain collects in puddles and wets your feet.You feel your mascara drip,the black stains showing all your mistakes.It's when it rains you are most vulnerable,your make-up peeling off your face,your red skin revealed.The real you.The weak individual that you try to keep inside.




The rain greases your hair,sadness makes you unattractive.Nobody likes a moan.People complain about the rain,they never embrace it.When the sun comes out people gather in numbers but when it rains people disappear,they don't want to get wet.


You need a get away card.An escape route.You see taxis but they drive through the puddles,splashing you in the process.You must continue through the rain.When you were a kid you had no worries,protected by the rain shield on your buggy.Your own little safety bubble.Sometimes I wish I could go back,sit in my buggy.Take note of everything said to me.Avoid the rain.


I wish I could shake this feeling.Step into the sun.See the weather forecast and be prepared for the rain.My jokes and humour can only get me so far.Eventually I will run out.I'll have to tell people how I really feel.Let them see my greasy,frizzy hair and my leaky mascara.I wish I had someone to walk with me through the rain and hold my umbrella while I hold onto my hood.I wish somebody would lift me over the puddles,save my feet from getting cold and wet.Not in a romantic sense but somebody who wouldn't judge me or leave me when they've had enough.Will want to be friends rain or shine.


So tomorrow if it rains,I will embrace it.Know that the sun must come soon.That damp feeling can be replaced by a warm one and cold feet can warm in front of the fire.I'll be armed with my wellies and ignore all the crap falling from the sky.

'For your heart is like a flower as it grows,and it's the rain not just the sun that helps it bloom'♥