I grew up realizing how unfortunate the rain is
No one seem to like it. Everyone hates it when it rains
I grew up feeling different about it.
I love the rain.
When I was a kid, I used to watch the rain in our car’s window.
Now, my mom always tell me,
“You used to love the rain when you’re a little girl.”
“And you all don’t”, I respond.
At night, I pray to live in a place where rain exists everyday
With the one I will spend my coffee at night,
knowing that we will do the same thing in the morning
Is it not fair of me?
To think that rain will be eternal
I opened my eyes and realized,
Rain will always stop.
-I hope not.