Rain
Rain is sweet drops of light
falling effortlessly from the sky
It's sound is the patter of tiny feet
all around but never where you look
Rain is a million little heartbeats
always beating, never stopping to rest
On sunny days, a light shower looks
like the heavens opened their doors
and let diamonds spill out
On cloudy days, rain is teardrops
falling from the sky as angels cry
It's touch is the fingertips of ghosts
soft and fleeting
vanishing
Rain tastes of purity and wisdom
of something that has been to the top of the world
and back
Transforming continuously
rain is the one thing that always changes
but is ever the same
Rain, sleet, snow or hail
they all have one thing in common
They fall
ever downward
until they hit bottom
But they climb back up
and start the never ending
downward spiral
again.
Zuko sighed; how could he be happy when everything around him reminded him that his lover was gone?
Stupid rain.
Stupid poetry.
Stupid life.
Yes, yes, I lied. There is no part three or four of Disappearance. Sorry. I'll be trying to put up a few more drabbles because of the long update wait.
Here is a deal, guys. Review my story, and I'll review yours. It's that simple!
I don't own Avatar: The Last Airbender. Okay?