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Rain

Although I love the sunshine,

I still accept the rain.

And when you live a life like mine,

It's rain that soothes the pain.

When faced with endless tides of sweets,

Most would think it not the best.

But with me the idea meets

A certain amount of zest.

Rain and candy do not mix, they say,

It's awful, wet and cold.

But as I stood out there that day,

I really felt quite bold.

Red to orange and green to blue,

Chilly autumn winds swept by.

Pit by pat, I chewed and chewed,

And I think I might have sighed.

Grey and black, to black and grey,

Trees stood still as if to think.

Red to blue and orange to blue,

Grey and - wait, some pink?

I knew my eyes did not deceive,

At least they hadn't yet.

For bouncing 'round a clump of darkened leaves

Is who I can't forget.

I sat and stared a while at her

Entranced with each light bounce.

I think I might have looked quite dumb,

As my face surely announced.

Dumb or not, the bounces stopped,

And Pink turned to meet Blue.

Something in me had me stopped,

Unable to proclaim 'hey, you!'

Light soon broke right through her face

And I felt free, but yet still caged.

For how can one's heart keep up with

One's own thoughts or their brain?

A mother knows her child so well,

They can sense grief as fast as light.

It's through this sense that Pink could tell,

And begged Blue to please reveal her blight.

A habit is so truly hard to break,

Especially when it's served one well.

But I had simply too much heartache,

And the tears began to spill.

Tick by tick, or day by day

I wasn't sure, and could not tell.

But by these days I managed to say

All that had made me wail.

I felt a gentle pat-pat-pat,

But one that was not from the rain.

And almost as fast as one can bat,

I was engulfed by a pink candied mane.

Pink is sweet, and smells like gum

And all agree that is not (quite) insane.

But standing there, I felt more glum

As I felt all of Pink's deep pain.

Drop for drop and hurt for hurt,

Pink and Blue were rendered still.

Hooves dug deep into the earth,

And cries of pain pierced the hills.

But as north goes with south,

Grief soon was flushed out.

Pink soon wore an upturned mouth,

And I was almost rid of my deep pout.

The pit-pat was no more, in two ways,

But neither peeled the slick hair from my face.

As if on cue, I saw Pink's sadness glaze

As she burst out laughing, with no precursory trace.

As Death is laughed at by face,

So sorrow is dismissed by smiles.

The day seemed finally to have changed pace

As we both sat together and smiled for a while.

What was talked about is no matter,

As well as it being a lost product of my forgetfulness.

But soon I felt my heart pitter-patter

As upon my cheek there was a kiss.

I sat there, stunned, and perhaps inane,

With blue changing quickly to red.

But when I turned to ask why the flame,

Her head was turned, as if none was said.

I stared and stared, but so did she

So I thought I'd take a chance.

I closed my eyes, and leaned shakily,

When quick as a flash, another kiss she did plant.

As Pink met Blue from lip to lip,

I noticed the most peculiar thing.

Her breath was sweet, her teeth gently nipped -

But on my tongue did sweets' tastes ring.

For years and years by epochs and eons,

Tongue twirled tongue and gasp met moan.

As Pink and Blue broke off most wanton,

A string of glistening linked our lips, to their own.

With a gentle smile and a swish of mane,

She broke the strand with a swipe of her hoof.

Her eyes met mine, and said without any of her pain:

"Just between you and me, ya' big goof."

I smiled and parted my lips,

But yet no sound came out at all.

For instead of words, I felt myself tip

As a hoof blocked my words, them all.

And so Blue laid in Pink's grasp,

Watching the sky and the swirling gray.

With a subsidiary loving clasp,

Near all of my problems went away.

As the pit-pat started once more,

I minded it not at all.

Though I still felt pain, and horror

I would not be allowed to fall.

In this world with rain and pain,

I was not alone anymore.

Though days still sucked and reeked and stunk,

I had Pink to comfort me at the door.

I still love the sunshine, just as much as the rain,

Because both ebb away my pain.

If you ever live a life like mine,

I'm sure you'd live it the same.

"I love you, through rain and shine."

"I love you, through pain and cloud nine."

"My hurt is yours, and yours is mine."

"Together, care and love we will find."

Blue and Pink are cloaked in white,

Gazed at by colors from Purple to Marine.

The enormity is clear, and I almost take flight

Before I remember the conversation before this daunting scene:

"I...this isn't something you can just - "

"But you're willing to give it a chance?"

"Yes, but, I...it's just so...no, I just..."

"Hey. Calm down and listen, okay?"

Pink gently stopped Blue with a gentle touch to the side,

While smiling and wiping the tears from my eye.

"There's nothing to be afraid of, because you already gave us a chance.

There's nothing else left to do, except for the wedding dance."

"But this seems too fast, I don't know if I -"

"It is fast," Pink said, "but that's how love goes.

It flies by so fast, it can glance past the eye.

If this makes you happy, don't fear the life you chose."

"And besides," she smiled, grabbing Blue close.

"If you're still scared, I'll be right there with you.

It's our day, and if you need me to hug you the most,

I'll do it gladly, as many times or as few."

Those words gave me courage, though not in great droves.

I could tell that Pink noticed, but she did nothing.

Just when I was at my worst, hooves shaking frantically,

I saw her lean forward, not to hug, but to kiss me.

And it was then that the crowd broke out into applause,

and when I unclenched my muscles strung taut.

While this was so fast, my heart was so without pause,

For I had friends who were with me, and Pink, the one whose love that I sought.

Through every day, I lived mostly well

Even if some days were bad, and some days were knell.

For with each drop, and with each day that I fell,

I had Pink to help me up, her embrace warm and her words of wisdom to tell.

And it wasn't until that last day that I realized

Pink's wisdom was much more than I'd thought it before.

It was then that the tears welled up in my eyes,

Frustrated that I'd not ever seen it before.

But she was there still, as she was always,

and she held me there, as I was too struck to return.

I tried my hardest to, and I tried to meet her gaze

but I was too weak, and feared I'd never reach her.

Still I remember that long drawn out tone,

and her deep woeful cries as drops poured down to me;

and how I felt I were floating, as if my body weren't my own,

but most tearfully, how she stayed there as if to stay eternally.

She stayed by my side for weeks, and waited and wept and talked.

I heard every word, I responded and embraced,

But it didn't take long until I realized and balked:

We'd not meet again, and it was I who'd made her heart break.

Time passed on, and I soon came to terms.

She never quite did, so I made clear my goal.

I'd keep talking and laughing and crying and hugging,

Until she knew I was there, in part and in whole.

For her pain is mine, and mine is hers.

My chance came one day, when clouds dark and gloomy

Had covered the sky, painting it the shade of despair.

Pink had just arrived, and as usual went up to me,

and left me three flowers, before speaking "to" me.

"I know you can't hear me", she said.

"But I still like to think you do."

With this she drew back, and shook her head.

"These days have been lonely, and I can't live without you."

"I still go on, because I know our friends would want it.

But I've yet to feel ever as happy as I was with you."

She laid her head on my final resting place, as though to elicit

Some ethereal response, right out from Blue.

I took that as my chance, and reached right out.

"I know it hurts, and I'm sorry. I miss you just as much as you do me.

But please don't cry, and please don't pout.

It would hurt everyone if you were to leave."

And suddenly, as if she were on cue,

Pink looked up, eyes wide and tears forgotten.

"Is - is that you? How, why...? Is that REALLY you?

Oh, I have so much to tell you and things we...I'm so happy, and now -"

"Wait, you can hear me?"

"Yes! I think. Or I'm insane, but I like both choices anyway!"

My happiness was immense, but I couldn't help but feel like

My time with Pink was ticking slowly away.

And so, I knew I had to make my words brief.

I stopped her rambling simply, with just 3 quiet words.

"I'm so sorry."

Instantaneously, the river of words stopped and the reservoir of tears began to well up.

"Sorry...? No, you didn't do anything wrong! I - "

"No, I'm sorry." I interrupted with a heavy heart.

"I'm sorry I had to cut our time short, and chase your happiness away.

I'm sorry that I never said goodbye, or that I realized too late your incredible mind.

But most of all, I'm sorry I'm making you think of death."

My throat choked up slightly as I gently lifted her head to meet me.

"If you have to do one more thing for me, love again, live again.

It's okay. If it makes you happy, go ahead and do it. It was just my time to go."

Pink sniffed, and broke down into tears before managing a wailing "Why...?"

And simply, I replied "I don't know.

But rain will pass through our lives, and the best we can do is let it slip by."

It took a great while, but eventually the tears stopped.

"I...I guess you're right.

No matter how much I loved you, I can love again and it won't let you out of my thought.

I'm sorry too...because I think I forgot myself while thinking of you."

And then she looked up, smiling but stopping.

I could tell to her, I was no longer there.

It was then that she turned tail and began walking,

Even humming a tune as if I were right there.

Out of the corner of my eye, I happened to see a quick flash.

I didn't get a good glance at it, but I saw the most important part.

For out of my peripherals I saw Purple quickly dash,

And I smiled so brightly my tears fell to earth.

Pink is now happy, and Pink feels no pain.

She found another to love, one who isn't quite vain.

The two have confided, and found love both the same -

But yet still I can tell my shape is in her thoughts by train.

Although I love the sunshine,

I still accept the rain.

While life ends, love does not.

And so forever I'll be with my love.

One day she'll join me, and we'll rejoice again -

But until then, I'll be both her sunshine and her rain.

I'll take away her pain, and tell her mine.

Though I am not there with her, she likes to acknowledge I am there, that we are us.

I am her sunshine, and she is also mine.

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