Walking in the Rain

I love it when it rains, when the water comes pouring down.
I love how it can hide my tears and cover up my frown.
When it rains, the sky is dark and gray;
it matches the mood I have that day.
Yet I close my eyes and pray
that the sadness will go away,
but the rain keeps pouring on my head.
Sometimes I wonder if I'd be happier dead.
I scream in fury; I feel I might drown.
The rain is tring to pull me down.
I decide that I don't like the rain anymore;
I want things back the way they were before.
Sadly, I realize things will never be the same.
Yet I look up because I hear someone calling my name.
"Come here.  Stop standing alone in the rain."
"But if I come out of the rain, you will see my tears;
you'll see my sorrow, my worries, my fears."
"But didnt' you know, you can't hold it in forever?"
"Let out my feelings?  I could do that never!"
However, I eventually gave a big sigh
and decided for once to just let the rain die.