Waiting For The Rain To Stop

The rain is falling,
dripping

drizzeling

dancing on my window pane
The sky is grey and dreary
And your face is all I see
Your silence once amazed me
It was the thing that first made me love you
Now, it worries me.
The way you look right through my eyes.
The same eyes that you once dreamed into,
Like they were the fountain of youth.
Like they could save you from the darkness
You try so hard to hide.
I try to open my heart to you.
To pour it out.
I would give you my world
If you only let me.
But every time I try, you pull away.
You shutter, like I am dangerous.
Irony of ironies.
I am the fearful one.
I am the one who is supposed to run and hide.
The world expects me to turn away.
To detach myself from you,
and everything you are.
But I am here, ceaselessly. Without end.
Nothing could make me leave you.
It's too late now.
Remember the words I spoke to you
When you first decided you loved me.
I whispered a promise to you.
A promise I will always keep, if you only hold up your end.
Remember what you promised me.
I have faith in you.
I understand that there are things you can't yet say.
I have things my voice won't let me speak just yet.
But if you asked, I would tell you the longest story.
Everything about me.
If you only wanted to know.
The way I want to know.
The way I want you to know.
The rain falls slowly,
Slowly, inching grey over the edges of this canvas.
But I have seen the rain before.
I know how this story ends.
The most captivating thing about the rain is how it
falls.
And then, when the sky opens up,
The radiant sun spreads its crimson fingers across the mountains,
and the ocean,
and the plain,
And renews it.
Changes it.
Makes it whole.
Nourishes it.
That is what we will be.
So, I will sit here,
watching the grey sink in,
watching the drizzle,
and listening to the rhythmic thumping on my windowpane,
Patiently waiting.
Waiting for the day that you decide you can trust me.
Waiting for the day that you decide I am worth it.
Because you will.
Trust me,
You will.