The rain

it was rainging, we were runnging

We got out of the van
in record time.
You were first.
and you pulled me out after.
together we ran
away from that place
away from our houses.
insted
we ran
through the rain,
you with my Jr. Mints
me with your Dr.Pepper
and we ran to the park.
we sat on our bench
in the pouring rain.
you held me,
in attempt to keep my dry.
You failed misserably,
but I didn't care.
I was in your arms,
in the rain,
eating Jr.Mints and drinking Dr.Pepper.
It was a friday
and everything was perfect.
You told me you'd never leave me,
as long as you could help it.
then you kissed me,
and i kept it a secret for at least a year now.
but now,
where are you?
In Tonga.
And I"m here,
practically dieing.
You didn't mean to leave me behind,
but it was a family thing.
I wish you were here
to ease some of the pain.
and to take me back to those days.
back
to the rain.

 

Author's Note

AGONIZING! I hate the heat, I hate summer....and right now, I kind of hate you(the person in the poem). Please Review, I need some thing to take my mind off of all this. Ignore spelling mistkaes and such