“if people were rain, i was drizzle and she was a hurricane.”
— pudge; looking for alaska
he told me
i was the rain
that washes down
the rough of daily life
he told me
the rain
that gives life
and nurtures
every living creature
on earth
you told me
you love the rain
but how could
you love it
if everytime
it falls down
you seek refuge
how could you
love the rain
if you hate
its strong winds
and the devastation
it brings
because i am not
just a simple downfall
of rain
i’m a hurricane
that brings chaos
in everything
i touch
