Rain Is My Savior

Dark room, nothing but mere silence. I listen to the peaceful rain falling from the gloomy clouds, every little drop. It's soothing lullaby calms me down, puts me to sleep. It allows me to dream. Allows me to see how beautiful humanity could be, and what it's not. But when the tears are heard no more, I awake. Finding myself realizing what it is to be. What it is to be haunted by these monsters, in which appear to eat. Eat the happiness that I sought to see. I can bare it no longer. I collapse on the ground as I feel my knees weak. Comforting me as I hold myself. My mind goes off about what i really have became to be. I now see that we are those little rain drops. The rain drops representing me...you, and he. How we all fall, and suffer at different times, not by much difference. But as you see my dear, we cannot agree on the fact that this little rain drop that has fallen upon a leaf, represents thy suffering and hurt inside of me.