If rain was my friend

There are different kinds of rain.

There is the summer rain that sweetens all that is bland and brings no cold, just company.
The rain which makes you want to read a book while listening to the melody of its raindrops.
The rain which makes you want to share your umbrella with your lover, a first kiss full of gentleness and innocence.

There is the pouring rain that makes you want to stay in your dreams.
The rain that is accompanied by wind, cooling your neck and making you want to bury your face under the blanket.
The rain that intensifies your desire for that special someone, to spread warmth to them.

There is the piercing rain that stabs your skin from all over.
The rain that you walk underneath, sharp raindrops that are nothing in comparison to your internal pain.
The rain that reminds you how alone and cold you truly are, forcing your hands to be buried deep in your pockets.

There is the heavy rain that creates a din against your window.
The rain escorted by lightning and thunder wherever it goes, sudden jolts and claps of memories you want to forget.
The rain which makes you want to hide forever with your eyes and ears closed.

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Summer rain is the tears you cry out of thought.
The innocent tears you shed when you long to be the pillar of strength for someone.

Pouring rain is the tears you cry out of gratitude.
The joyful tears you shed when you know you have all that you need in life.

Piercing rain is the tears you cry out of loneliness.
The sad tears you shed when you lose someone who means the world to you.

And heavy rain is the tears you cry out of rage.
The angry tears you shed when you realise you can't do anything about it.