How I hate the rain as raindrops drop to their death seemingly for my pleasure. Such needless death and yet they mirror the teardrops that splash tears of transgressions I am hoping to forget this night. At least for the time it takes for them to dry and become forgotten.
I could learn to love the rain if the rain would stop hating moments in my life. Perfect timing to become the backdrop of some soontobe treasured moment… not the good kind either. The only thing lacking is a cheesy smile and an inspirational sign about accepting pain. Still I would rather have the pain than these annoying tears.