Rain

It is raining again. I actually quite like the rain. A lot. To me, rain symbolize pureness... Like when you take a shower and wash all the filth away. Feeling the rain on my bare skin, I feel free. I feel like dancing. All my worries are washed away. I know it's pathetic. It's a pathetic excuse to escape it all. Because when it rains I don't have to feel, I don't have to see, I don't have to remember.
"You are weak!"
When it rains I am not weak.
"Foolish little brother!"
When it rains I am not foolish.
"Hate me!"
When it rains I don't have to hate you. Because, when it rains I forget. I can forget, even though you've hurt me. Even though you've destroyed my life. Even though I hate you!
"I have been weak!"
But when it rains it doesn't matter.
"I am foolish!"
But when it rains it doesn't make a difference.
"I hate you!"
But when it rains I don't. The rain washes away all pain, the hate, the love, everything you have planted in me. Everything you've created. And when it stops... I fall down in the dirt again.
And I am weak.
I am foolish.
And I hate you.
But when it rains I don't care. Because, when it rains I am the rain.
And you don't exist.

Please tell me if I made too many mistakes xx