Written on April 23, 2015
You might think I’m just
a skinny fifteen-year-old boy
with medium brown hair
and ocean blue eyes
but I think I am more
no, I know I am more
Not a shark or crocodile that kills
not a sloth or mammoth that seems unnoticed
I am RAIN
a slow drizzle that some may not want
when my clouds begin to cry
I fall to the ground
when I do my best to help
people take me for granted
I am RAIN, afraid
pouring out
sinking into the ground
But there is a greatness to why I am here
my thoughts begin to fade away
where people are happy I am gone
I move on
free roaming the sky looking for happiness
I soon find where I belong
where I am accepted
I fall down
down
down
to the ground where I am needed
this skinny, blue eyed, brown hair boy
is RAIN, I am RAIN
a fast, wet, unpredictable substance.