Rain.

Sometimes the rain comes pouring down.

It's hard to feel anything different to how I feel now.

When it's raining

And I'm crying, and the tears won't stop,

It's like the world is crying with me,

It's hard to shake that away.

The rain hits the window like it won't stop.

It's like the beginnings of a storm

That may, or may not arrive.

A storm that matches my sadness almost word for word.

I go out in the rain,

If only to feel it on my face.

If only to feel something other than the want to cry,

To forget what makes me cry, for a while.