Forever Rain

Forever rain

There are days

when the sky forgets to stop crying,

and I understand it

in ways I wish I didn’t.

It’s not the violence of storms

that undoes you,

it’s the steady, relentless ache

of a forever rain.

A sorrow so quiet,

you barely notice

how heavy you’ve become

until you try to rise.

I have carried storms inside me

that never made a sound.

Silent floods,

drowning memories

I was too kind to forget

and too afraid to remember.

And people will tell you

it passes,

like weather.

As if grief moves on a schedule,

as if loneliness

knows how to leave.

But some of us

are built like open windows,

letting the rain in

long after the sky clears.

And there’s a strange kind of peace

in surrendering to it -

in letting yourself

be soaked in something

you can’t control.

I think some hearts

were made to ache.

To feel the weight

of things that don’t have names.

And maybe

we are not meant to heal

but to hold it all

with gentleness.

To stand in the forever rain

unafraid,

letting it fall

without asking when it will stop.

Because in the quiet,

in the endless grey,

there’s a kind of truth

we only find

when everything else

is washed away.