True Colors

Listening to the rain gives you time to think. When you're just listening and the raindrops patter against the inside of your skull, When the thunder rattles the folds of your brain and the lightning strikes the neurons of your memory, you have time to think. You have time to get angry. You have time to hear "liar" "deceiver" "schemer" pelt against your eardrums, to hear your true colors blustered around you like you don't know what they are. But you do know what they are. And they are not "liar" "deceiver" "schemer" so harshly gusting. They are the gentle sprinkling of honest, albeit blunt passionate, though careful compromising, yet strong. Listening to the rain gives you time to think. Time to get angry. Time to see the worst of the storm through. Time to realize you're better off.