The thing about rain
I used to love the rain
it feels pure and good and cleansing
like it washes away your sins
the falling feels good
like love
but after a storm
the smell would make me sick
that earthy scent that reminded me of my sins
and it made me think
that rain doesn’t wash away the sins
it strips away everything in front
leaving you bare and naked and vulnerable
like love
flash floods
they leave you drowning
in your own lies
bare and alone and vulnerable
like love