Stand In The Rain

by Luver.of.Pie

As I stand here, the drops falling off my already wet face, I realize one thing. I can only stand. This is not a hurt/comfort story; only hurt.

Rain.

Some people say that rain are tears from God. Those people I personally believe are more poetic, and live life to the better.

Some people are brainless skeletons, and say that rain is just science. It's water that falls, and that's that.

I think it's neither. Whenever I cry, whenever I feel indescribable pain, rain falls. It's like it's alive, and it knows when to fall.

Have you ever seen the music video Perfect by Simple Plan? I want to be that girl.

I just want to run away.

I want to escape.

Life isn't its fullest anymore. It's empty, almost. It's…sad.

We live in a world of pain, in a world of killing. In a world of tears.

Have you ever wiped away a tear from your eye?

I haven't. I've watched every tear fall from my eyes, my glass eyes.

My masked eyes.

Eyes that mask the pain, eyes that mask the sadness, eyes that mask the fear of not knowing.

I so badly want to stop the pain, stop the sadness, stop the fear. Yet, I can't.

I feel like I keep walking, but I am walking nowhere.

And if I start to run…

I'm running into a thunderstorm.

I can do nothing.

I can stop nothing.

I can feel nothing.

So, I guess, for the moment, I'll just stand here in the rain, and wait.

Wait and pray.

Because, I suppose that's all I can do right now.

Stand.