tears are just another form of rain

the sky is crying once again,

i want to comfort her

but when i step outside,

her tears mix with my own.

so instead i ask if it’s okay that

we sob together

her response is a rumble

of thunder and a strike

of lightning.

the birds hiding from the rain, chirp

from their dry nests in the trees,

they tell me its okay if i’d like

to let out a little scream. i can hear

the thunder coming close

and when it does, i open my mouth

and we roar together.

that’s how we let out our anger and hurt.

we allow ourselves to wallow in

the storm for a little while and

she tells me that the moon has told

her how i have been staying

up past two am, unable to get used

to the feeling of sleeping alone

after getting a taste of having

someone in bed with me.

i confess that its true and admit

the fear that i’ll never escape

from the thought of you.

an hour later a rainbow appears, peaking out

of her clouds and she tells me

that we will be okay. someone once

told her, that a rainbow only comes around

after a little bit of rain.

a streak of sunshine breaks through her

clouds and caresses my face and its

the first time i’ve felt affection

since you have left.