I Want You to Remember the Rain.

The cold breeze blew through you like happiness,

and sadness, for that matter, once did.

I want you to remember how fulfilled

you felt,

How you went from being

numb to feeling a world of grief.

Feeling the loneliness of a distant fictional character.

How you went from being

numb to feeling loved.

I want you to remember how you opened your heart

to the meandering tunes that surrounded you like cool humidity.

I want you to remember how the rain made you feel,

how the rain healed you.

How the breeze filled your lungs

and dulled your memories of anguish.

I want you to remember smiling to yourself,

feeling the raindrops liberate your heavy heart,

singing louder than the death march

that seemed to consume the world.

How feeling someone else’s grief eased your own ailing,

how reading someone else’s words let your own come alive,

It’s been a while.

I want you to remember the rain.