Remember when you were younger and you would walk into the grocery store with your mother after she got off work and the sky was dark and it looked like it was going to rain?
Your mother would get the things she needed as the sky outside got darker and darker and finally when you walked outside rain was pouring down and it was a mad dash to the car.
And the whole drive home was peaceful with the rain falling and the windshield wipers squeaking and the sound of wet wheels on the pavement followed you home.
I remember things like this when I hurt.
I remember feelings that are more memory than anything. I remember how I loved the rain when it was outside my mind. I remember how is beg my mother to buy me candy instead of begging you to stay with me. I remember weathering the storm that I felt was so much bigger than I was and living to tell the tail. But the rainstorms are in my heart now and my mother can\'t go grocery shopping to buy your love for me.