Soft Rain

The rain was soft, the kind of rain you nap too, or sit down with a good book and a cup of hot chocolate. Or if you’re me the rain you catch in your hands and hope you don’t end up sick the next day. This rain was a slow rain, almost sad as if the clouds felt my pain, but that’s a pain you’d wish upon no one; not even your worst enemy.

It’s a pain only I can understand; only I can try to live with. Honest I try, but most days I can’t and it kills me; because I disappoint those around me, and I hate that. I don’t do it purposely it just happens, but things get better, right?