The rain.

I look down at what Im holding in my hands, it's cold and it feels strange to be holding it, I close my eyes and I grasp it. I can hear the rain coming, the clouds aproaching, and the thunders getting ready. I open my hands and look down at it again, my heart pounds and the fist in my stomach tightens. The lightning starts, and the thunders are like a rumbling in the sky. I fall to my knees and feel like the world has lost its color. The rumbling starts growing, and the lightning starts to feel like God's taking pictures of me with the brightest flash in the camera. I feel betrayed, and I can feel the anger slowly crawling through me, but I push it back, and I try to feel numb, to feel no pain at all, but I fail and my heart starts aching. Just so you know, betrayal tastes like rusted metal. The rain starts falling, swiftly at first, and then, just as swiftly as the rain, come the tears. The tears of a broken-hearted man, who just found out his wife left, leaving him her wedding ring as the only reminder that she existed. I stand up and go outside, the cold rain sends chills through my body, but if I don't do this now, I might never be able to. I head to the lake in the back and gather every ounce of strength my heart has left, and throw the ring to the bottom of the lake, drowning with it all of my dreams.

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I'm miles from where you are,I lay down on the cold ground, I pray that something picks me up and sets me down in your warm arms.