Young Writers Society

I never saw myself as the type of person to enjoy the rain,

I guess I've gotten used to loving the cold.

Lately, not a thing has been the same,

I guess everything else is growing old.

You're my old, my forever.

You're my sun and happy weather.

When I'm up late, you're the rain,

The cause, relief, and all my pain.

When I wake up every day,

The first I smile has you to blame.

Even if things aren't the same,

You're my always. You're my rain.

I never imagined water so calming,

But I never picture the stars just right.

I guess this was after I started falling,

How the light is faded, and dark is light.

You're my light, you're my love.

You're my stars, bright up above.

You're my poems and pretty words.

You're my constant as seasons turn.

You're the smile when everything burns,

You're the lesson I've yet to learn.

You'll leave me in the rain and dirt,

But, for now, I can't feel hurt.

Blue-eyed, blue skies.

Hot summer nights.

You're the joy of summer light,

You're the happy of summer rain.

You're the happy within the pain.

I know things won't stay the same,

But let's pretend and sing to the rain.

And thunderstorms will pass away,

Day after day,

Change after change,

Break after break,

Ache after ache, 

It still always rains.

It still will be calm.

Water droplets sing their song.

I've loved you so much all along.

Seasons change.

In winter, it rarely rains.

Snow isn't the same.

You just aren't the same.

I still love you

As winter passes through.

It isn't the same, but I already knew.

It smells different, like cold and snow,

Not like grass, it had to go.

Water is ice, a different glow.

Water is nice, not the snow.

Less cold days,

It starts to rain,

You've changed.

I thought with the rain, things were the same.

I thought you'd smile with summer awake.

I thought you'd stop leaving the days.

I thought you loved the rain like I did-

Well, like I do.

Did? Do?

Was it just you?

You wrote every song the rain would sing to.

You always loved the color blue.

You always loved the rain's tune.

You never loved like I did you.

Maybe rain just reminds me of you.

Water drips,

Raindrops tick,

Teardrops slip,

You ruined it.

You made it great.

I still hate snow,

I hate when summer goes.

I hate tomorrow.

Why?

Who knows.

Probably cause I don't know.

Things used to be forever.

You used to the happy weather.

Sun can shine and let me cry.

I stay up late and hate the night.

I hate the stars and how they shine,

I hate their light,

I hate your rhymes.

Rain sings the songs you used to write,

Please, rain, please pass by,

I can't stand this one more time.

Rain hits the roof keeping time,

I can't feel it.