My Writing

Sometimes the rain comes
in a non-literal way
You thought life could not get better
and it didn't.

Now you wake up in the morning
with a frown on your face
and you wonder when it started to fall.

The turning point was then or now?
During the time of the smiling sun, or when the clouds were clenching their anger?

You were young. You believed those damn lies.

So the lies started and you barely paid attention -
like sprinkles of water, scarce and unnoticed.

But before you could even reach home -
Those clouds began to Pour down their angered tears
pounding and Pounding and POUNDING, harder and Harder and HARDER!

until you couldn't even see what was once in front of you.
You realize that there is no more home, though you desperately seek it-
because where it once was
Is where from the rain comes.