The Rain

Many wonder why I'm out here in the rain. While people scurry past in their attempts to keep as dry as possible, I stand in one place. The water falls on my head and rolls down my face. In your hurry you don't notice that I am crying. But then again, nobody does. The rain masks my hurt. You see, I've been betrayed. The love that I once had has gone away. And so, I am standing here, all alone, tears streaming down my face, because I know no one can see me. So no one can try to comfort me, but fail because they don't know how I feel. They've never had their heart ripped out of them and thrown to the dogs. That's why I'm here. Maybe the rain will wash away , and I will find my heart again. But for now I will stay here in the rain and let the water cover up my tears.