• When it rains i stand out side so no one can see my tears. when i do this i can taste like salt of my tears and the rain that falls on my face. Its painful 2 cry over u and i never want 2 do it agian. The rain on my face is cool, sweet and forgiving. Now that i sat in the rain 4 about 1 hour my feet r cold, my face it rose red, and my hands r red from the cool air. As i stand 2 walk inside i think about running, run and hide from my pian that u put on me, from my tears that u made fall from my eyes that u used 2 say u loved, from everything horrible. but i soon feel out of my fantasy as the rain stoped. I walk inside soaked from head 2 toe with my tears and rain and think the unthinkable...