Rain
The sound of rain makes me remember
both good and bad
When it puddles on the ground
I see the past staring back
The rain use to fall more times that not
We’d take off our shoes and dance in it
The drops would hit our faces and heads
and we never knew another life
Other times
The rain provides a cover
that no one else can see me
The tears are hidden by the sound and rush of water
will this life ever take a break
The rain can be seen as good and bad
the times we’ve lost and the moments we had
