rain
Do you know why I hate the rain?
This question is kinda contradicting cause
i love it
the smell,
the noise static when it hits rooftops
how the droplets gracefully fall
but suddenly everything goes still
the world goes quiet
and so do i
no thoughts, no overthinking
just silence
just light silence
not the kind that presses on your chest
not the kind that suffocates
but something gentle
something that almost feels like peace
and i think that’s what scares me
because i’m so used to the noise
the constant hum of thoughts
the weight of them
stacking
layer by layer
until silence feels unfamiliar
like something i don’t quite trust
so when the rain comes
and everything inside me
finally quiets
i don’t know what to do with it
because for a moment
there’s nothing chasing me
nothing pulling at me
just stillness
and maybe i hate the rain
but thats strange to say
cause i've always loved it
even still
what i loved most was
how it made everything silent
i just hate why its only like this when it rains
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