When the Rain Pours

The rain falls from the sky,

Feeling like spikes against soft cold skin,

It drips from the house,

Puddles forming just below.

Bringing sad memories from the past back to a new light,

Sitting out in the rain unable to control the thoughts,

But not everyone can feel the rain as it pours from the clouds.

This feeling is never leaving,

Wanting it to wash away with the rain,

But instead it clings to the wet skin.

One day it will stop raining,

It may be today,

It may be another day,

But it will stop.

The memories will last forever,

Treasure them all,

Even the bad,

Because you cannot grow without them,

Just as the rain helps life grow even in the worst storm.