the rain

I think about you

when it rains

Which is funny

because it wasn't

even raining that

night

maybe it was the kind of deep, heavy day that felt like rain

I think about

my smile, which I

had preserved for you

Because I wanted

to be something other than

afraid

but i was so afraid, can't you taste it? the fear, heavy as rain

And all our

memories

seem entangled with the thought -- rain

Maybe it's

because

rain is

sadly happy

and it

never lasts

did you feel the rain, the fearful rain? or were the clouds over my head only

I haven't seen

rain for a while

now

And maybe that's

ok