After The Rain

Once the sky falls and turns to black, 

The bullets it sent down are scattered on everything I touch.

I can see it; the old day is gone now. 

It smells nice, after the rain. 

Walked through this town like a zombie. 

Almost as if I had no place of my own to go.

No, it’s like a ghost had gone through me. 

Recounting all the steps I took to get here.

There’s a feeling of hope even after this 

Traumatic experience. 

But the gnawing regret of “what if”

Is always a proposal I have to consciously remove from my brain. 

For so long we were like children,

Having fun in the Sun.

Hyper fixating on what flavors of ice cream to buy, 

Or what we should bring to the beach.

Those glory days seem so far gone.

Now the sky is black, overcast, without any purpose.

Were they truly magical or were we just that naive?

There’s gotta be something out there.

Blood is thicker than the rain that falls from 

The heavens is what I’d like to believe after all.

When the light begins to fade, 

And the rain begins to make the world gray, 

I only see my hand and it’s actions in retrospect. 

Almost as if I want to separate the person I was from who I am now.

Walked through this town countless times.

Yet now it all feels inverted.

Turned on it’s head. 

There is hope. 

Hope for a brighter future. 

And yet I’m only now just walking through the rain. 

Only now has the tears stopped. Only now can healing even begin. 

Perhaps I was naive with those petty dreams. 

Or maybe I was clinically insane?

The sky is black and charred, yet 

Its bullets have ceased its war on me. 

Maybe now I can return home, 

Now that I’ve finally thought about everything. 

Maybe I can rest, now that my dreams aren’t haunted 

By phantasms anymore. 

After the rain, it smells nice. 

The morning’s daybreak will arrive soon.

Maybe it’s okay to go home and finally rest.