Sun and Rain
I hate the sun
I am a slave to its glare,
My head bowed to its golden crown
I love the rain,
Each crystal droplet washing away my ghosts
Leaving only my glistening face
I hate the rain,
As it pelts ruthlessly against my skin
Bullets ricocheting against a frozen soul,
I love the sun,
He stands like an old friend,
Leading me out of a black-hole nightmare.
