Why It Rains
I would never explain the first moment I felt it
and I could never reveal how it was the first conversation we had
because even if I did admit it
you will never be me so you could never understand
how I remember that I called you before dance
and it was the first time I heard my favorite soundtrack
but it wasn’t a song but a voice
broken
yet pulled together to reflect an image more beautiful than the sunrise on a morning
where the innocent clouds meet the mountains traveled on by many
sculpted by few
and that mountain is you
always in view but somehow forgotten
reality is reversed
never in view and always in the back of my mind
as the mountains craft the land
I am scarred
I am sad
I am me
and I am fine
overthinking the way the clouds cling to the mountains before a storm
I fight
only pushing the raindrops
never stopping them
it still rains
a hurricane of emotion minus the ocean
enough to tear down my walls
and make me question
why
a why that cannot be explained
only analyzed in so many ways that it’s not fair
it’s not fair the way the clouds are forced by nature to hug the mountains so desperately
it’s not fair that the clouds and the mountains must depart
to only reveal the open sky
light blue against the mountain
the clouds permanently grey
moving farther and farther away
not by choice but by nature
it’s not fair
how the mountains will be eternally embracing the land
and the clouds endlessly drifting
hoping to one day find that kind of embrace
and that is why it rains