I like the rain. It makes me feel alive
The earth, drowning with cold tears and forgotten sighs
The sound of the roaring thunder and its unnoticed smile
The leaves, lulling raindrops to sleep
and the clouds, pouring out its heavy heap
But the rain?
The rain makes me feel dead at the same time
It reminds me of my hollowness inside
The cold waltzes inside my empty spine
It reminds me of the dead heart that I’ve been hoarding for a long long time
I like the rain. It makes me feel alive; it reminds me that I’m already dead inside.