It's the added weight on your back,
touch of cold to your spine,
the spasm of dread in your gut.
There's just something about rain...
eerie gray it brings,
cold and unforgiving touch it gives,
feeling like the weight of the world
it's on your shoulders.
something akin to suffocation,
sweet and painful.
Yet today, there's nothing sweet.
The street is drowned in despair,
colors milked of their vibrancy,
rain so loud
hard to even think.
It's a heavy blanket on a back,
icy needles that cut to the bone.
Rain that resembles a waterfall.
Umbrella or not.
Rain that brings on the numbness,
So cold and harsh
If anything, this rain is painful.
Harsh and unforgiving.
I think we should... break up...
If only it would rain
a little harder,
a little faster.
Maybe you could drown in it.
Drink up all the gray,
all the despair,
all the cold
all the rotten water.
It's not you, it's me. I can't... I just can't do this anymore.
But no matter how much you drink,
there's no end. Instead
you're suffocating in the cold,
choking on broken sobs
ripped away with the fall of rain.
No, I love you, I do, but... I-