Rain

Something else I found when I was packing. I'm guessing that I wrote it some time around my eight grade year. I can't remember the original meaning maybe you can guess.

Rain represents everything I love, hate, and know.

The tears that run down my cheeks when I'm hurt or sad. The tears that I cry when I feel alone, the ones I cry when I hate the world, and the tears I cry when I'm afraid of what I'm losing.

The rain reminds me of the place I lived and probably will never see again. Where I first saw rain and hated it. Then I was taken away and came to appreciate it.

It's everything I know because it falls with warning and stops when you just get used to it. That's me life.

BreathingNow