I Hate the Rain
What is it about rain?
Is it a cleansing of the soul after a gut-wrenching heart break?
Is it some god washing away our sins and leaving us with a renewed sense of life and purpose?
Is it the opening and closing of a door or window of prime opportunities to succeed or fail?
Does it mean everything is or ever was purposeful and used properly?
Does it mean that everything once happy could be just as easily taken away?
because I don’t like living on the earth
without your soul rubbing up against mine playfully
I don’t want to exist in a world where your sunny smile doesn’t confront the clouds
that permanently rest behind my eyes
I don’t want to be here when that damned rain took you away from me
I don’t want to visit your grave with the rain beating down on my back anymore
so just let me lay here for a while and rest my head
against the marble stone that reminds the world that you are here
because wherever you are is where my home rests my home lays with you
Tiny Tanaka is a poetry and prose writer, recovering addict, Hafu-sprinkled with Korean heritage, lesbian, who happens to have borderline personality disorder. They fight for intersectional feminism, LGBT+ rights, and to end the stigma of mental illnesses. They are a regular contributor to Marías at Sampaguitas.
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