The rain held multiple stories in each drop,
Multiple fantasies,
And multiple nightmares

Each drop is either,
A tear from a person you love,
Or a drop of water that just fell from the sky for no reason

When it rains,
What would you think of?
What would you feel?

The rain used to make me think of pain
But then I started to think of what I could gain from it
I started to turn the pain into something I could learn from

Why did it make me think of pain?
Because it made me think of you
It made me remember why you left me