Yesterday it rained like the sky

Held all the sorrows of the world

And had finally released them

Onto the black pavement 

 

How could sorrow be so beautiful?

The raindrops hit the ground and I felt

Like the world exists so that we may view 

The beauty that is rain and sky and clouds

 

I stepped out into the pouring tears

And could feel the water cling to me

Like hands grasping onto something

That is tangible, something real

 

I want to be like the water

Forever moving toward the next destination.

Whether that be a stream or the ocean

Or the black pavement of my high school parking lot

 

I will move on.