Hey girl there is always something indescribable about the rain, don't you think?
It may be over-romanticized but admit it, it still calms the most troubled of us.
So forget about your boyfriend, mom, or boss throwing a fit. As Sarah Kay puts it, the rain will wash away everything if you let it.
Now, I've made you a mix tape to listen and drift into forgetting. Also, I'm throwing in something that I wrote ages ago.
In times like these, just stick to your guns and remember that there's always the rain to scrub, rinse, and wash away everything — if you simply let it do so.
Down the drain the sound of soapy water
from the rusty dishwasher reigns,
yet barely audible.
There were silent spaces to fill and empty corners to drown.
Up into the chimney, the tasteless smoke seeks,
but barely visible.
It dreams of red colored roofs;
seeks of warmer nights when the stars hang so low,
when shirts and skirts meet to tango,
and of foggy mornings sitting in tables for two.
And came the heaviest of the tempest;
night and day it reign.
the sheets of rain neither went down the drain
nor up the chimney.
Still, it wanted the same silent space to fill,
empty corner to drown, and table for two.
All three were nowhere to be found.