When we met, I thought you were the sun and the moon. We were a perfect storm. Your flattering words made my heart beam. When we were together, January felt more like August. You made me bloom like tulips in spring and made me forget about winter. But then you left. And a perfect storm is still just a storm. Summer faded quickly to fall. The rain came. When I thought I needed your sun, I realized you were really just a drought.

A flower that only sees sun will surely wilt. I need the rain. I need rainy days because it was too hard to cry over you when I had the sun to dry my tears. I need rainy days because I can't wear your sweatshirt when it's 80 degrees. I need rainy days to wash away your lies and remind me that sometimes even the earth needs a fresh start.

I need the rain so my heart can be reminded that it does not only storm in my heart when you weren't there, couldn't be there, wouldn't be there. I need to see the wind shake the trees like you shook my life right before you left as quickly as an August storm in Tennessee. My tears fell like rain and my heart felt like snow. The pain you left kept me up all night left me with bags under my eyes as black as the sky when you're around. I watched you like the weather pretending you would change. And all you could do was move on because you hit me like a hurricane; moving 60 miles per hour onto the next girl who mistakes you for the answer when you'll only ever be a question.

You shook me like a California earthquake and got frustrated when I crumbled. I'm "too complicated," "too sensitive," and too much work for a man whose whims change like the weather. While I tried to make the pain feel like love, you waited on a girl that was never going to be enough for you. I failed you like a straw house in a hurricane. I ran to you for shelter and found an even more invincible storm.

It hasn't rained in a while and my heart is learning to love a sun that shines from within itself. I stopped looking for you to warm my heart because it turns out you were really just a blizzard. And while you knocked the wind out of me, you did not, will not ruin me. A little rain can't extinguish a girl who was born and raised to blaze like wildfire.