I remember this. I wrote it freshman year.


The rain poured from the sky,
Running down her face
Mingling with the tears she cried.
She loved the rain
Because it washed her off
It cleansed her of her sins
And masked her hated tears.
Her imperfect beauty hid
Behind the curtain of water.
She cried into the rain,
Begging the droplets
To take her pain with them.
Finally she seized her walking.
Sitting upon the ground,
She hugged herself and cried
Like she had so many times
Both when wet and dry.
She hugged tighter,
Knowing all the while
She wouldn't allow it
If someone tried to hug her
In that same way she hugged herself.
This knowledge urged her tears on,
And she let them fall
Wanting them gone
Before someone could see.
The sound of her unsteady breathing
Was easily masked
By the sounds of the wind and rain.
She only loved the rain more.
As her clothes became soaked
And her eyes became dry,
She stood up again.
Her tears had abandoned her,
But the pain had not.
She walked again in the rain,
Letting the cold water
Hit her skin and make her shiver.
The wind picked up,
And she walked with her head bent
Both shielding her face
And hiding her frown
Thanks to the heavy rain.
She only loved the rain more.


... I'm such a downer lol