The Rain

Like the Rain

Like a dark cloud about to burst,

So is my heart—

Heavy with so much,

Trying to spill.

Little sprinkles here and there,

But never an outpouring.

I sit in silence,

Pondering the past, the present, the future,

Searching for an escape—

An escape from my past, my reality,

Perhaps even my thoughts.

Maybe that’s why I love and hate the rain.

It reminds me so much of myself—

Love and hate,

Two powerful emotions,

Warring within me.

My eyes say it all—

They never lie,

Even when my smile says otherwise.

                         Li_A