The Coming Rain

I like the smell of grass before the rain.
I like the feeling of calmness before the rain.
I like the drops of raindrops on me when i reach out the window.
I like the relaxing senssation the sound of rain on my window gives me.
I like the sense of security when the rain comes.
I like feeling that the clouds are crying because it just had a fight with the sun.
I like the fact that i am here on earth, close to the crying clouds to hear the clouds pour its emotions to me.

I don't like to cry as i know once i start to tear, i will lose the ability to speak out loud.
I don't like to cry in front of people as i don't like them to get worried for me.
I dont like to cry as i will lose my breathe.
I don't like to cry as i would not one anyone to know that i am weak.
I don't like to cry because i want to be there to comfort you when you start crying.

Life to me is too long, too tedious, too complicated.