Personally?
I have a beef with rain
quite a time ago
when I'm still obsessed with keychains,
rain does many things
that I don't bother to explain;
—it pours down before I get outside to play,
—it warns me to stay warm in a cocoon of blanket,
—it dawns cold upon my weak frame,
—it cries and cries, offended by my own dismay.
Years pass and a rainbow steals my sight,
the rainbow hidden by the rain,
for me— after all this time.
I realise
that the beef I had with rain
proves to be something fragile
because the rain still sees me as a child;
—it pours down consoling me when I feel alone
—it warns me to take cover and avoid catching cold
—it sings me gentle cries as I look out the window
—it stays with me even when it feels too hard to show.
The fleeting presence of rain—
a great company;
my secret friend.
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