The rain reminds me of you...

The rain reminds me of you, 

how you looked at it dazed,

behind the closed windows and doors

of our apartment,

yearning to go out and get wet.

You looked at it with so much affection,

that I once hoped to be the rain.

Being looked at the way like the rain,

Being loved the way it was.

But then, one night you told me,

how you wanted it to rain,

so you can go out and cry

without nobody watching,

you told me about

how the rain and your tears 

would slide down your cheeks, together

without nobody noticing

and it broke my heart.

I still wanted to be the rain,

with half love and half hate,

to be a place,

where you could cry without

nobody noticing but 

 dreaded seeing you break down, 

crumble.

I no longer want to be the rain.

But it still reminds me of you.

your pain, your agony,

your tears mixed with the rain.

It still smells you,

sounds you,

It feels everything like you.

So today I still search 

home and you,

in the rain, 

after you.