Sometimes,
I stare at the rain
And feel envious.

How could this creature just
Let her tears

Flow

As freely as she wants?


While here I am,

Dying,

For this pain to go away,
Without a single tear to show.

I want to be the rain,
So I could let it

All flow down
Because I know
That after it, 

Will follow

A beautiful rainbow.

Hi maryannballeras,

nice poem. It reminded me of a poem I wrote recently:

Waterfall

Maybe it's a mistake to fight back
To make fake tears out of rain
Maybe I should let the rain cover me
Let go of a hollow log and go down a waterfall

Thank you for the compliment, Whoulio! Your work is wonderful as well. I find it really nice to write anything about the rain. Also, for some reasons, my muse always appears when it's raining.

Nice poem, it makes me sad though.

I am not quite sure how the breaks are supposed to sound in my head though.  Do you use the extra space to function as a pause?