Rain

I hate the rain.
It's cold and unforgiving fall keeps me from fun.
I hate the rain.
The weight of it when it falls from my eyes is to heavy for my heart to carry.
I hate the rain.
It washes away the thick blanket laid across my grandfather as he sleeps, finally at peace.
I hate the rain.
Even though it soothes my heart when the rain from my eyes pours till it seems as if I will drown.
I hate the rain.
Even with it's promises of new life during it's gentle days.
I hate the rain.
For on its raging days, it is the taker of new life.
Yet while I hated the rain it was a constant in my life.
It was the rain
that kept me company when my mother left to defend the country.
It was the rain
that comforted me when my heart had been stolen and broken by a boy who was kind.
It was the rain
that sang me to sleep and wished me sweet dreams.
There will always be rain and I have accepted it.

This poem is about: 
Me

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