The Rain
I feel it.
Inside and out.
I can feel it seeping into my skin.
Almost like it's going through me.
I feel warm.
But so cold.
The wind.
It makes me feel powerful.
But so small.
I want to scream.
But I want to hide.
The Rain.
It comforts me.
But makes me feel dark.
I feel scared.
And also comforted.
The Rain.
It shows me who I am.
