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.