Want to know if you truly love someone? Sit with them when they are silent, when they are broken, sniffling, sobbing, messy or when they don't know what to do. If you can witness them at their most vulnerable and still want to be there, that's love.
"You don't want this love?" "No." "And you're not to talk to me again after today?" "I don't want to." "Ok. Then please give me a moment to pack my heart up. It's shattered and scattered but I won't be too long."
I could write poems too about the rain but the rain is just rain. Whether it be falling in Manhattan, on the streets of Paris or in Sydney, it's the same, it's just rain. I could write lamentations that you aren't here with me, but it won't change. It's just rain.