It isn't just about rain.

If I lie to myself constantly then I can avoid the truth

Avoiding the truth means avoiding the pain

Inflicted by others

But all my efforts are futile

Like trying to prevent the rain

You can hide under your umbrella,

Or the pavilion,

Or under a roof

But you still know it's raining

And you have to leave at some point

So, lying only delays the inevitable 

And makes the pain that much worse

The cuts that much deeper

 

So, frolic in the rain and stand in the truth

But what do you do when others don't know the truth

They only know their own false home built of lies

They make fun of you for “foolishly” and “childishly” jumping in the puddles

So, you go inside.

 

But what if you didn't go inside?

You ignore the tyrants and liars

But that doesn't make the words any less painful

So, the ones that are supposed to protect you pull you inside

They shove you into your room and lock the doors

Blaming the sadness on the rain

“It's only a phase,” they tell you

They say that these feelings are to be avoided

But you don't want to

 

So, you are trapped where you don't want to be

In a place you don't want to be

Not able to run about in the rain and be happy

They blame the sadness on the rain

But it's just the people who shun you

Discriminate against you

For being out in the rain

So, you live a dull life

Slow and plain

And wait to be free

And before you ask,

No, this poem isn't really about the rain.