Monsoon
A Poem.
Monsoon is the best season to cry.
As teardrops become waterdrops,
you become the rain
and it rains,
it rains outside and the world within
who rains more
the clouds or you?
A meaningless question
It doesn't matter
No-one,
No-one except you will know or care
but I suppose that's
the way it should be.
When you can let loose
without it being known
what better way is there to rain
Is that a blessing in disguise?
or is it a tragedy?
don't know, don't care
Some things just are.
P.S. - I don’t know if I hate the rain or not. By the way, it is also easier to piss in the rain, not that it’s relevant ;)