A Sinful Sonata

Do you enjoy the rain?

does your heart dance 

to the peter-pater

of rainfall

on the rooftop,

on the window,

on the ground?

Do your lips curl into a grin

as you place yourself

near the fire

and the warmth starts to crawl

from your face,down to your feet

leaving scarlet traces upon your skin?

Do you feel yourself humming

rain's tune

a symphony

of rustling leaves,

of croaking frogs,

of whistling winds?

Do you enjoy the rain?

Do you enjoy how it makes you feel?

Do you enjoy what it stands for?

If no,I understand why.

If yes,I'll make you understand why you shouldn't.

Every beat 

that raindrops make

counts for the atrocities

it is leaving;

the lives it is claiming

the homes it is washing away

the hope it is destroying

Cuddling near a fire

and hiding under the sheets

is a distraction;

nothing can protect you

from the pleas

of the bitter and the cold

of the empty and the alone

The instruments involved

in playing 

your rain sonata

are disasters 

of nature

carefully orchestrated

to seem beautiful

and romantic

Now tell me

do you still enjoy the rain?

I know you still do

You will always do 

because you are the rain

You take pride

in destroying things.

it boosts your ego

it feeds your soul

it gives your life purpose

it marks your name

on anything and anyone

that stands in your way

You don't believe

in apologies

because you always

find justice

in everything you do.

You are your own person.

You are your own law.

You are your own God.

You like the rain.

You enjoy the rain.

You love being the rain.

And I fear the day when you finally become a storm.