Rain. Rhymes with Pain.

I didn't want to cry tonight. I thought that maybe, just maybe, after a day filled with so much new hope, joy and inspiration, my wounds, both literal and figurative, wouldn't open again as they regularly have. I spent the day in good spirits and smiles. Finally reaping the hard-earned happiness after sowing misery and watering it with tears that fell every night like summer storms. Then, all at once, I found myself... again drenched in the same rain that my sprouts of sadness soak up and swell with. As the day's good deeds melted into a puddle of reminded disappointments and anger-laden regrets.

I didn't want to cry tonight.


Pick your head up off the floor... -City Rain