The Day the Rain Fell For Me

The Day the Rain Fell For Me

The Day the Rain Fell For Me
By
Hope Geiter


I felt like I was drowning in my thoughts.
I over-think things and all my thoughts crash into other thoughts.
People wonder why I’m so quiet so much now.
Well, I’m lost in thought.
I can’t help but think way too much.

I have so much going on right now, and so much has already happened.
Things I can’t help but think about but want nothing to do with.
Memories I had no idea existed are coming into my head.
Memories I had managed to forget.

That day, the people came and stole you.
I didn’t see you for a long time.
I wanted to see you but no one would let me.
You were the one I had a connection with, and I couldn’t see you…
Or ask you why.

What happened to make you do it?
I can’t figure it out as hard as I try.
I stopped thinking about it for the longest time.
It was almost as if it never happened…
Almost being the key word.

I can’t stop thinking that day over.
I can remember the people saying it was a close call.
People said to me you wanted help.
I could’ve tried to help you.

I remember the days going by.
The day we came to visit and I couldn’t go in.
I sat on the chairs and I still remember the pattern.
Those chairs weren’t pretty at all.

Those days seem like a dream.
I feel like I should be scarred or scared to remember.
But I’m not at all, just, confused.
I know why now but I didn’t then.
I can’t figure out what is real and what was a dream.

Nothing was normal anymore.
The only thing I found comfort in was the rain.
No matter what was happening in our lives, it still rained.
It didn’t only rain when one thing was happening.
It didn’t randomly stop because of something someone said.
It stayed the way it always was.

I may sound crazy when I say this, but it’s running through my head.
I love the rain.
When the rain pours down on me, I feel like I’m in love with every drop falling from the sky.
I almost feel as if the rain drops fell for me.
Even though I know they didn’t.
What I think and what I feel are often in conflict with each other.

A few days after we got you back ‘home’, it rained.
And that day, you smiled.
You most likely don’t remember it but I do.
It rained and you smiled a good smile.
And that right then and there,
Was the day the rain fell for me.