The Cold Rain

There was a boy who was quiet and cold on the outside,

But deep inside he was drenching in his own rain of pain

Just like a tree getting drenched by the rain.

They said he never enjoyed a thing

But only if they knew how he enjoyed the little droplets 

falling on his face.

Nobody knew why he was cold and quiet 

and always pointed him out.

Nevertheless he ever spoke it's because of them

that he started to keep himself shut.

He always liked the smell of rain as it soothes his mind 

He always liked the cloudy sky as it resembled his own life

He always liked the pour of rain because it was how he felt to do,

To pour out his emotions, 

to show, to express how he felt.

But it all remained inside himself just like how the rainwater gets muddled in the soil.

He was tired, he was outworn

All he wanted was to be like a rainy breeze.

But.., he turned out to be the storm nobody wanted 

and he started to express how he felt all this time.