It rains as you sit on the swings at the park,
you imagine the rain as tears from the clouds.
But the sky isn’t the only one crying, you are too.
It isn’t as simple as it seems.
You wipe away your tears and just live in the moment,
you feel a cold breeze along your shoulder.
It smells fresh, but warm.
It feels like you just ate a warm, hearty dish.
The night sky comforts you as you sit there, alone.
The moon looks like it’s looking down at you.
Not simply, it’s looking down at you with grace and sympathy,
it’s looking for a way it can sit next to you and listen.
But all it can do is be there for you,
it’s not like it’s close enough to talk to you anyways.
That was always your perspective of the moon.
You never thought “The Man in The Moon” was interesting at all,
because the moon is its own person.
It’s just like saying “The Girl in The Cloud”.
It’s the cloud crying down, not the girl inside it.
The rain stays with you,
just tears coming down to tell you that you aren’t alone.
So even when you think that you don’t make a change,
nature has its own way to tell you that you matter.
It just can’t speak.