Your Rain Poem by Samuel Thor

I closed my eyes.
I had only been in the rain for a few brief moments, but already I could feel the cool water drenching me to the core. Thick sheets of rain pounded on my skin, through my clothes, chilling my burning, pain-filled heart.
I could feel every heavy dropp of cool rain on my arms and face as I lifted my head towards the crying heavens. I could hear every iota of rain striking my body and my surroundings. The smell of spring, the smell of life, the smell of negatively ionized particles circulated through the wet, August air.
I called out for you. I needed you with me so badly—my aching heart longed for yours. I had waited so long for this moment, to share it with you, but you couldn’t hear me. We were no longer connected, we had broken apart. I waited for you. The icy rain crept beneath my skin, slowly cooling my restless heart.
I miss you
I wanted this torrential rain to stop. I wanted it to end because every second you weren’t with me there the rain hurt. I knew only your presence could warm my cold body now. I needed to hold you in my arms, to feel that warmth. This hammering downfall laughed at my pain. Every heavy dropp mocked me, every sound and smell made my poor heart flutter with your painful memory.
I love you
I opened my eyes to see a brilliant stroke of lightning flash across the deep, grey sky. Then the rain began to thin. I was soaked to the bone; still I realized now—as the rain progressively dimmed to a light drizzle—that I wanted nothing more than for it to stay. As it slowly died I felt myself losing you. It was a piece of you I was holding on to, a gift you had given me that was now blowing away in the ever-changing winds.
Two empty arms, two empty hearts.
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— σ τ η ν ρ α γ δ ι α ί α β ρ ο χ ή