I stand before the growing clouds
Alone fearing only the worst
Cause I know with the rain
Every drop that will fall
I will hear you crying
With every drop that stops on my tongue
I will feel you lying
From the east I can smell the rain
I can see you from afar
And already I can feel the pain
I will pray for this storm
To wash it all away
Mizzle, drizzle, soaking little downpour
With your own two hands
You will break my heart like you did before
But my perception of precipitation
Begs me to leave your clutching hands
There’s nothing more you can ever say
There’s nothing more you can ever do
To make me stay the way you once did
But the memories will always be
And the rain will always fall
And in this sadness I now see
That its better to have a loved and lived
With a broken heart
Than never have been in love at all
This poem is a part of The Collaboration Project
* Thanks to Shannon Wendler for allowing me to work on her poem