Rain.

The rain.

It falls down so fast, 

Yet so slow.

The rain that 

Falls outside,

Is parallel to the rain

That makes up

Human emotion.

Her face fell

As he screamed 

Her insecurities

Loud enough that

Those who once trusted her

Could hear clearly.

It all happens so fast.

The rain.

The breaking of the human heart.

But we all see it coming.

The clouds rolling in the distance.

The fears that we all harbor,

Slowly becoming a reality.

It all seems distant at first.

As if the storm would never cross our path.

But as sure as the sun will rise bringing a new day,

The rain will fall.

Sometimes it seems to happen so fast,

But it always seems to take decades

For the rain to finally dry.