Pitter-patter...
Drops slide down the glass window,
until they resemble streams of tears marking a cheek...
my cheek.

The rain pitter-patters outside,
Like the frogs in my throat.
The rain,
my tears.
The grey clouds,
my heart.

How we resemble each other so well.
The thunder,
the ache in my chest.
The lightning,
The pain etched onto my features.

But-
The storm shall pass,
Just as my heart will heal.
The peeking sunlight,
just like the breaking dawn of hope in my heart.
A bright day is promised,
just as hope blossoms.

A day without pain,
A day without thunder,
A day without tears,
And a day without rain.

A bright new day is coming,
and I know it promises a bright new moment.
Happiness and laughter are coming,
Just as a rainbow is rising.
I promise you that.

The sorrow must leave the heart,
just as the clouds will leave the sky.

© MissLulu004