It's times like these that I dislike the most. I find it funny that the only time I don't like water, is when it's falling from the sky. Why is it that when it rains, I think of you? I can never understand why.

You never liked the rain. You wouldn't let a drop touch you. You wore all sorts of attire to prevent it. You hated how the rain ruined your hair. You hated it when those usually straight strands began to curl towards the sky. You didn't like how the puddles made your shoes wet and track water inside the house. You refused to let me in until my shoes were completely dry. You hated the fact that rain made it near impossible to see. You never liked feeling disorientated or unaware of what you're doing. You didn't like it when the rain made the ground soft and mud would mysteriously appear on your jeans no matter how carefully you walked. You hated it how rain caused everyone to rush and made things chaotic. You always liked things to be in order and running smoothly.

I use to love the rain. I use to try to make you see it the way I do, but you never understood. I don't see the rain the way I use to. Those raindrops use to fall to a beat that most would ignore. Now they sound like cries of pain when they crash on the ground. They remind me of your cries. The cries I heard after every argument. The cries that made my heartbreak, every time I pictured how your face must look. The cries that made your blue eyes turn red. The cries I caused…

Do you still remember me or have you let all of your memories fall like the rain? Do you feel them fall or does your umbrella protect you.

Would you come back to me if I said 'I miss you?' Would you come back to me if I said 'I need you?' Would you come back to me if I said 'I love you?' Would you come back at all, Zexion? Would you come back to me?