There's something so beautiful about the rain
The way it makes ripples in the river
The way the trees reflect off of the puddles
The way it smells after it rains: that beautiful, earthy smell

There's something so tragic about the rain
The way it threatens to touch our precious hair and skin
The way it soaks our clothes, making us chilly
The way it bounces off of umbrellas
The way it makes windowpanes seem like they're crying

There's something so beautiful about you
The way your eyes shine
The way the corner of your mouth turns upward when you smile
The way you speak using your hands

There's something so tragic about you
The way you cry yet barely any tears flow from your eyes
The way you sometimes wish to talk, to scream, to shout
The way you wish for a lover when the only person you need to worry about living is yourself

You are a beautiful, tragic person

The things that makes you beautiful
And the things that make you tragic
Make you who you are