introspectivity. a poetry collection

𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧

rain

I hear it pounding on the roof

so violent, yet so calming

I don't know why

maybe I'm hostile

rain

I see it speckling my window

so sad, yet so relieving

I don't know why

maybe I'm hurting

rain

I feel it pounding in my heart

so fast, yet so steady

I don't know why

maybe I'm worried

rain

I taste its droplets on my tongue

so light, yet so juvenile

I don't know why

maybe I'm changing

rain

I smell it lingering in the air

so stifling, yet so tranquil

I don't know why

maybe I'm happy

my emotions are like the rain

washing away to start a new day

all of the words that I've said in vain 

but none of it matters, anyway