• The air is clear,
    The not gentle but not violent air that passes by me smells clean, fresh

    As I watch the sky, One raindrop falls like one bullet.
    I wipe it off of my face and stare back up, waiting
    Another comes down like a second bullet,
    Then another,
    And another,

    The pace speeds up,
    As if the clouds were the the grounds enemy,
    But the ground doesnt fight back,
    It takes all of the bullets of water in,
    One by one,
    Each raindrop falls attacking the ground,
    The water sinks down deep,
    Into the soil,
    Into the roots of the trees the plants and the crops growing,

    When you really look at it,
    The clouds are attacking the ground,
    The poor soil.
    But the ground benefits from the attack
    Growing and feeding the weapons it has.

    This is all the same as love.
    The clean fresh air, is that love at first sight, somebody new,
    And just like watching the sky, we watch that person we are starting to adore,
    The raindrops are words, memories,
    The clouds being the person you love, at times being your enemy, when you disagree, and fight,
    And you are the ground, not fighting back to the clouds, taking the love in from that person instead, just like the ground does with the water,
    Day by Day, you love the person more and more.
    And just like the water that sinks down deep, its our feelings that sink into our heart
    And just like the plants grow, For us, Love grows <3

    And just like the ground takes in the attack, we take in the negative times during love and use them, as experience, a benefit, which only makes us stronger (:

    Not every attack is bad,
    Love,
    It attacks you for sure,
    In a positive or negative way,
    But you would rather have something hurting you than have no feeling at all
    <3