Wednesday, October 23, 2013

Cloudburst

The cold sets in like the ice in your heart. 

The days are cold, dark and dreary.

The first drop hits you like a bullet. 
And soon after, a little storm of droplets attack.

What's so nice about the rain?

It's as if the sky is crying. 
The tears hit the ground and seep in,
leaving icky mud in it's path.


What's so good about the rain?

It brings on disease and unravels all your ugly secrets.
To those who mask their faces in colors,
stains are all that remain; revealing.
All the fake smiles and concealed words are exposed.
Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide.

There's no escaping this sad tale.
Behind the clouds the sun is shining,
but till then we must be still.
A little rain must fall into each life,
for some days must be so dark and dreary
that our thoughts cling to each droplet shooting by. 

Drip, drop. There comes a point when you're standing in the rain that you just give up. Give up trying to run for safety because it's just too late. You're already drenched and a little more won't make a difference. That's the point which makes you or breaks you. What's your breaking point?
Will you brave the storm with me?

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