rain

i like rain puddles. where the reflection of yourself becomes so deep that you almost feel like you could reach in and find the other side of who you were. the better side. the more beautiful half. the rainbow reflection of the deluge’s drenching tears paints a person who saw lighter days, softer words, radiance. and suddenly you know that the reflection is you, not a shadow at all. it is you with a growing light inside of her. and you know that you are not, nor ever, lost to the rolling gray and black of life. but instead carry inside of you a painting of vivid colours that emblazon you with a fire that the floods can never snuff out.