summer rain

Today I wish it would rain, so that I could walk underneath all of it, and let these tears that keep falling get lost in all the water. That it would all traverse down the streets, and tumble down into the gutters, to finally escape into the waves of the ocean. I wish that my chest did not hurt and that I did not feel that catch in my breathing, that I did not feel so down right now. I know, though, that my wish for rain is futile, because if the weather were that wet right now it would only make my lungs feel worse. Regardless, I still find myself longing for hand-holds under an umbrella, wishing for a cinematic stereotypical kiss in the rain, and wanting in that undeniable “wish you were here” kind of way.

If You Were Here (live) :: Cary Brothers

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