“Rain, Wind… and Me”

The Art of Leaving, The Ache of Staying.

If I were rain

I would flood and flow away from you

Without even a moment’s delay

I would have dried up, leaving behind a scent instead of words

But I would also stay…

If I were the wind

I would spin away from you

Tears fill your motley eyes

I would blow without a trace

But I would also stay…