When It Goes Raining Outside

As the rain starts pouring down, it all changes

It was dark when it was raining outside. As dark as to when the night fell.

It was gloomy when it was raining outside. As gloomy as to when I looked into the mirror thinking how miserable my life was.

It was lonely when it was raining outside. Lonely as isolated as I was when I have not found my finish line.

It was solitary when it was raining outside. Or so as I thought.

But

It is harmonious when it is raining outside. The sound of water dropping from the sky and it touches the ground.

It is the moment of beauty when it is raining outside. Seeing all the tears running down from the sky, explaining how it misses the ground.

It is the moment of hypnotizing when it is raining outside. The smell of the rains and how I will be mesmerized by it.

It was Not What It is

I used to hate the rain.

I used to hate how the sky was being naive missing the ground.

I used to hate those tears.

You are my rains.

Not a single day I am not missing you when we are apart.

Not a single day I do not like being isolated just with you.

Not a single day I am not mesmerized by your eyes and how it matches you.

You are my rains

You are my sanctuary when the rains start pouring.

You are my shoulder when the rains are rolling down my face.

And, you hold my hand when the rains start to make me feel lonely.