Stress,
Frustration,
Situations out of our control,
Confusion,
Pain,
Suffering,
Death...
Like minuscule specks of dust,
They collect water until becoming rain.
However,
There are so many,
So many specks,
That when you expect a summer shower
It somehow always turns into a
Thunderstorm...
Maybe now you will understand
Why I hate the rain?
*Authors note*
Hey readers, I've been going through a rough time recently. It seems to come in waves and I'm stuck in one right now. I thought that it wouldn't be as bad as they have been but more and more keeps getting thrown my way and it just getting harder to cope. Last night I found out there was -another— death in my family. The funeral is today and honestly with everything else that has been going on, I don't know if I can hold it together. What makes it worse is that the one person that I want to be around and be comforted by wants nothing to do with me. RIP Dustin, you will be missed greatly. When it rains, boy does it fucking pour...
