sometimes i like to think of the rain as teardrops falling from the sky

from every person who's had their heart broken in some way
from every person who's spark has been taken away from them
from every person who can't see another way out

maybe one day that storm will pass and the sun will come out again
maybe one day you will learn how to love again, learn how to let someone in again
maybe one day it will get better, without any warning or understanding of how you got there

maybe one day you will simply feel.. whole