Rain

Cloud my old friend.

She trusts me

Elegant as ever as she slowly waltzes across her ballroom, the sky.

She tries not to draw much attention to herself

But she carries herself so gracefully she can't help but possess such a presence.

Gentle and calm in demeanour, she is authentic.

she expresses her rawest emotions in their most painfully beautiful way. My heart is full.

Full of honour, she trusts me.

Yes, every so often she trusts me with her tears.

Her tears of anger, pain, sadness, and change.

Full of joy, she trusts me.

Her pain is like no other.

it waters the summer harvest, quenches the thirsty, and makes way for a fresh start.

Every time raindrops fall from the sky I remember...

She trusts me

Because we are one of a kind