i don't like it when it rains

i thought i liked it, when it rained, i really did 

dreary days inside, bodies tangled, under blankets 

cold drops on your skin, like the first jump into water, on a summer day 

but now all i can think about 

is that day 

the day that he left

and how it rained harder

as he walked away 

i used to like it when it rained,

he held my hand, and so did she

swinging back and forth, as rubber shoes jumped

over puddles, into puddles

dancing on my toes, almost flying 

just like butterflies that scared me 

in the spring

and i smiled as i looked at him, but couldn’t see his face

his eyes like snakes 

searching through grass

for new places 

in towns with bigger houses

with people he didn’t know 

people who weren’t 

me 

people who didn’t

jump in puddles

and splash water

on his new shoes 

the ones with those nice brown laces