when I was little I used to love the sound of going under a bridge while it was raining, it felt like silence and calm in hecticness, I'd sigh as it happened because it made me feel happy, like letting out a breath i'd been holding in. Now I see it has holding my breath like the relaxing sounds of nature was disrupted, now I see it as someone walking into your room when your crying and you just have to stop and fake a smile and say everything's fine, the sound that brought me joy now makes me hold my breath in anticipation, stopping the thing that took the sun away always made me feel hole, but now preventing the universe from just being makes me upset and stressed. I guess in a way it's kind of a metaphor of my life so far, when I was little I saw being sad as a person was hurt and we need to make them better and taking away that hurt is the best way to do that, but as I got older I realize sometimes you can't just take the hurt away and you got to feel it, and if you hide it or shove it away it's just going to make your rain turn to hail. so let it rain, let it poor, I'll be better, just let me cry, the rain will go away when it needs to, and the sun will be out when your done, or maybe the moon, depending on what the rain teaches you.