Rain

  The rain fell from the sky, intent on drenching everything below. This suits the way I feel perfectly. Cold rain runs down my face, washing away the tears. I had been weeping for the mistakes of my past before the rain had come. Now it seems that tomorrow everything would be fresh and clean, and tomorrow, for me, would be a new day, my new beginning.
  So, I stand in the rain, and let it wash the pain away. When I wake in the morning, I think that, for the first time, I will not hurt. The past, as it washes away, plays through my mind, but this time it is only a reminder of what has been. The rain has cleansed them of the feelings that once accompanied them in my mind.
  Already, I feel like a new man. The old me could never have thought back into his memories without the regret, without the guilt. He would always block out the memories, run from them, distract himself from himself, but now I can remember. With this newly found freedom in my thought, I think of my memories of you, and everything that we went through together.
  And still the rain comes down on me. It's taking you away from me, but I don't mind. I am a new me, and I don't need you inside my head anymore. It seems funny to me now, how I used to hold onto you, to the memories of you. Everything I did, I would compare to you, stop and wonder if you would approve. I am a new me, and everything I do, I will compare against myself.
  Happily, I watch your face melt away, forever erased from my thoughts. Now, I leave the rain, for the night has become cold, and I can feel sleep overtaking me. Inside my home, I notice that it no longer holds within it thoughts of you. I smile at this, and enjoy the new peace I've found within.
  Sleep comes again to my mind, reminding me it's there. I leave my clothes to dry, and crawl into my bed. Closing my eyes, I find sleep waiting for me in the darkness, while awakening waits for the dawn of a new day, a new me.