I once lived with the rain
with a heart that's full of torment,
with a mind that's full of pain
its petrichor loved me and so did I
even when the sky stopped from bleeding,
even when I heard myself no longer,
even when I faced my fears with nothing
but tristful tears.

I did love the rain---
I did love the pain,
I did love the comfortable silence
that's in the sky right after losing
its tears from its disastrous plight.

but I accidentally stumbled on a powerful belief that says,
"pain is never permanent"
and I began to think and contemplate
internally debating whether I should dig deeper
and decipher what it truly meant
or I should just continue breathing
the same cold heavy atmosphere
just merely existing,
and think of it as nothing
but inessential in this world filled
with rainstorm and
strong gales and hurricanes

yet I,
I have come to realize how I
missed seeing the rainbows and
sunshines and sunsets in the sky
with mirth and awe like I used to

perhaps I was crazily
obsessed with the rain then
that I tend to forget
what it truly felt
to look at the other side
and see a brighter day,
a brighter world,
a brighter life.

because in life, pain may come at 2 am or may visit at one's lonesome hour, pain will never remain. it may just cause a little dark stain and a little gleaming star beneath your sleeve, but that kind of pain will eventually leave. just let the painful ones fade and keep the remnants that once made you smile. because my love, pain is never permanent.

stay alive, stay alive.

-c.v.