Rain and Resentment
Rain comes slipping into the day,
Dripping, pouring and drenching me.
As I slide shut and cover my gates,
There, cuts though my eyes a golden ray.
Resenting it i set myself free,
As I struggle between my various fates.
Grey clouds start to surround me again,
I wonder why my life is covered in storm.
Into the evening, as the sun glows red
Dripping wet and cold, falls the rain,
As I resent it, as I sit torn and the couch i swarm.
Dropping the blanket to the floor, i walk to my bed
As the golden hour shivers in agony,
I sit romanticising my life as I keep resenting it,
Shuffling through the bed for comfort,
As the storm rages alongside in envy
Risen from my bed, I feel the need to quit
Dragging through pain, feeling every discomfort
Rethinking my life choices as the rain coddles,
Gracefully rupturing my wounds open,
Hearing the rain as it's orchestra gets to the chorus.
Resenting, as the rain rushes and throttles,
Ever since the rain had started, it stayed unspoken
In the night, silent yet soaring like it ignores, us.
Drenched again, my hair flowing through water,
Grabbing my umbrella tighter, as I walk across puddles.
This new morning, as I approach the bus, still I sit,
With worries too many, as everyone is consumed by laughter,
I resent more and more, as i try to sleep through any hurdles.
It rains, as i resent myself and everything, as many crimes i commit.
Scrambling through my bag, i try to grab what I lost.
Resenting i throw myself aside into a cave dark and wet,
With rain dripping through cracks in the canyon.
I curl up while trembling, as the rain covers in frost,
I resent again while hoping to forget.
It rains as i resent with no companion.
Reaching my destination, without my umbrella i get off ,
Letting the resenting rain devour anything dry.
I seek shade in a roof with cracks,
Resenting as i start to fever, drunk with a cough.
Finally breaking down, as i erupt and cry,
As i stop resenting, the rain stops it attacks.
The afternoon glistens brighter than the full moon.
Arching over the full moon stands this beauty,
I cannot resent anymore, i cannot hide beneath myself.
The sun right above, starting to move soon,
As i stop resenting, i resent my cruelty.
Finally i resent my desperate cries for help.
The rain is gone for the while and so shall the resenting.
I continue to appreciate the glorious sky,
Later, by the window i sit when I see, the rain reassuring.
Realising all its doing, my growth, it had been preventing,
Tearing the sky apart, farther than ever, i fly so high
Resenting and repressing my mourning.
Wind engulfs the clouds, dragging them aside,
The sun burning the rain alive, ensuring it's end,
Stopped breathing, stopped crying, stopped its pouring.
Stepping away from the hurricane letting the earth decide,
Appearing through rain and resentment, i see a friend.
The rain was only a siren, pretending, seemingly it felt so alluring.
I love the rain, i hate the rain, the rain is beautiful, the rain is scary, the rain is calm, the rain is chaotic. This poem talks about the rain through its dramatic storytelling.
