Rain

The rain gently fell on the solid pavement
I sat on my chair barely making a sound
For my coarse throat took my ability to speak
To say your name aloud

As I try to speak your name
All I feel is the immense pain
It holds me back, for whenever I speak
I feel as though I lack air to breathe

How I envy the gentle rain
Quiet, soft, and yet never fails
To express itself to the people below
Unlike me who's feelings can't even flow...

...Towards the rain I so adore...