Rain

When you think,

Of rain.

Do you feel pain?

Most do,

Some don't.

When it rains,

It can pour.

But in life we all,

Want to soar.

So when we see,

The rain.

We try not to feel,

But when we do,

Is it real?

What we feel.

As the rain falls,

So do some tears.

They are almost,

The same.

But not,

Completely the same.

The feeling,

Of the rain,

Is wet.

Yet cold,

Not warm.

Tears though,

As those fall.

They are warm,

Like the heart.

The heart of most,

People.

The meaning behind this poem is hard to explain to be honest with you, i'm experiencing a little bit of a writer's block. to me this poem was thrown together out of the idea and the word rain. i'm starting to lose a little bit of my motivation. it's not like to me to do that, but it is happening. i suppose that is normal for a person, right? it aggravates the crap out of me not being able to explain something. but sometimes maybe a poem doesn't need a meaning behind it? i don't know. maybe someone could tell me. i tried a little bit of rhyming, not sure it that really worked. but hey i am still posting this for the blog. feedback on this one would be much appreciated. thank you to all of my supporters.