Today, the rain keeps falling.
Rain starts with a few droplots
Droplets turn into puddles on the ground.
My thoughts are the droplets
Sometimes when their burden gets too much
They compile up.
Puddles take time to dry up
Just like the thoughts that won’t go away.
Rain can either be too gloomy or too beautiful for people.
It’s all about perception
But personally,
I don’t want to be like the rain.
Because no matter how beautiful it looks when it falls
I don’t want to deal with the mud on the ground once it’s over.
I don’t want to have the aftershocks
Of losing something as beautiful like the rain.
I don’t want to stop believing that something or someone is beautiful.
Because I’ve stopped believing in the rain.
And I’ve stopped believing in you.
