#thisrain

by: Carlo Lirio

This rain. This drop of rain. These drop of rains plunging all the way down to my hand. Rolling from the lines of the roof.

This rain. This drop of rain. The cold and chills it bring to find yourself warm beneath the blanket surrounded by soft pillows as it pours relentlessly. Falls heavily.

This rain. This drop of rain. These tiny little sprinkles kissing all over my face. It pushes me to close my eyes and smile. It gives me reason to smile. It does.

This rain. This drop of rain. This countless sound it makes. These rains create a soft music of them making you feel that they're here for you, no matter how you think it's nice being alone in this cold midnight vibe nor alone with your sad stories. But no, you got company-- the rain.

This rain. This drop of rain. The dashing of water down on the window glass. As though it's watching me across the window as I sleep. Reminds me of wiping away fears, wounds, and brokenness.

Now it came to my consciousness that I somehow wanted to be the RAIN--

So I could watch and see you as you drift yourself off to sleep. To wipe away those fears you keep on struggling. Those wounds you get from endless battling. And your heart that's broken but seems not mending.

So I could make you feel that I'm here for you. That I'm always and forever will be for you. Just for you. No matter how you think it's nice being alone in this madness nor alone with your crushed dreams and hopeless stories. Oh yes, girl, you got company-- me. I'm here.

So I could be anywhere, everywhere and anytime. To kiss you. To be your happiness. To make you smile in any way possible. To be your smile. To be your reason to smile.

You might think that I'm cold. But the reason why you get yourself into warm is because there is cold. And I wanted to be that reason. For you to find and feel the warmth of how much this guy loves you. I do, really love you. And like the rain I will never stop pouring and proving heavily my love to you.

I wanted to be the rain. This rain. This drop of rain. The rain that drops, rolls, plunging all the way down from the lines of the roof. So I will always end up in your hand. Holding your hand as I'm falling. For I will never stop falling in love with you. ⓒ