my friend the rain.
the day started as only if it was for me. it was raining just like in my dreams. cue the lightning. wait for the thunder and there it is on schedule as usual. i can always depend them. lightning brightens up the 5:03am darkened sky. a second later back to total darkness as if my eyes are still closed and i was still asleep. thunder louder then the last awokened the rest of the city. cutting short there dreams of happiness and love. waking them up to disappointments yet to happen. leaving them in a state of confusion and restlessness never to fall back asleep. 5:49am and here i am walking in the rain. standing in a puddle looking lost at the breathtaking sights of lightning. feeling awkward, confused and cold just like john cusack in every movie he's been in. the rain enjoys his company as it enjoys mine as well. i feel a bond between me and the rain like it knows that without the rain i'm usually here just waiting for the day to see my friend the rain again. it needs me like i need it. head straight up pointed to the heavens above, eyes closed, mouth opened wide. feeling the falling rain hit my tongue as it refreshes me for a second as i wait for the street to give me the right of way. cold winds and rain coming from the ground as cars race on by me. as people going to their 9 to 5's seem to always be in a hurry not to be late. flying past the little enjoyments of my walk to the bus stop. matt and dan sing songs of death and drunkeness for only my ears to hear as i walk in puddles with excitement just like when i was seven. the number four arrives when i need it to as i step into a ton of steel and flashing lights with wheels. as i show my pass i gaze up to faces of tiredness and coldness as this metal machine is cranking out cold winds colder then the winds outside. i get to my seat to see the usual eyes gazing out to a world they wish to not have or maybe it is just me looking into the relfection of the wondow. rain hits the window with such force i can't hardly wait until we meet again in fifteen to twenty minutes when the number four finally reaches my chosen destination. rain falls without me waiting to catch it. it feels like it is missing it's purpose of falling in the first place. i feel lost without it, like i am missing something special every second i'm not there waiting to meet it head on. after five or six songs from worshipping satan to wanting to waste my time without wasting all your time to knowing if i died tomorrow did i do the things in my life right as i finaly reach university and metcalf. i walk for less than ten minutes enjoying every second of my last minutes until i have to start work. i walk in puddles, i walk through small rivers that just barely began life to see it self dead in the next few minutes. i walk over fallen branches ripped from the rest of it's body as it can only lay there silently until erosion starts to take place. i step on cigarette butts that one day will give people who smoke it cancer, but then again what wont give you cancer these days. as i light up a cancer stick hoping death comes quicker for me then if i never lit one up. i breathe in the taste of a smoke inhalation induced cause of death. passing through the mall as i see signs of my friend going away as the sun creeps from behind the clouds and mountain. i can only close my eyes and wish for the next time we will meet again. as i walk through moore hall looking and starting to hate all places i seen the poison that was injected into my viens a year or so ago. i say goodbye to a beautiful morning as it ends i blame the poison for making my day finish with the rain going away and the thought of her taking over. as i reach my working place as matt is singing another song of giving up as i sing along because i know every word. sometimes i wish for it to never stop raining so i can always see my friend the rain.
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