It's not the rain

It's not the rain that you feel on your arms
rain is not salty; each drop is an i love you left unsaid
the rain is her teardrops
coursing down her cheeks as she watches you walk away

it's not broken glass that you step on as you walk away
glass is not so sensitve; each shard a piece of something you broke
the glass is her heart
shattering into a billion pieces as it hits the ground

it's not the cold wind that sweeps your hair up as you walk away
the wind does not have a body; it does not feel, it is felt
the wind is her soul
escaping from her and belonging to you, just as her heart did, before it was broken

it's not just the rain.