“How could anyone hate the rain?”
I ask myself
“How can something so wild and beautiful
not soothe, comfort one-kind?”
But then I realize that rain is art and art is meant to comfort the disturbed and disturb the comforted
So I guess I am disturbed and yet comforted by the presence of teardrops falling from the sky alone
A thousand kisses brace my skin that took all the way from the ocean to me
It feels like a confession
A sign of love so wild and unconditional
so brutal and so honest
Yet people fail to understand that this love
is not meant to be pleasant
It can be cold and painful
unforgiving and off-throwing
This love is not meant to be easy at all times
And the way the ocean's love comes unconditionally
I might as well reciprocate it
Allowing myself to just close my eyes and feel
Because that is how I feel about the storm and the breeze, the warm and the cold,
the loud and the quiet, the wild and the calm Because I love the rain how it loves me.