The movies said rain was cleansing.

They lied to us.
THEY LIED TO US!

Each drop was supposed to fall upon me,
and then to the ground,
carrying with it a problem
or a worry.

They LIED to us.

It was supposed to wash away everything.

Instead, every drop just keeps sitting by itself until another drop runs into it,
piling up,
and everything is accumulating
and rivers start forming and every problem-- I mean worry-- I mean raindrop--
is just flowing into every other one
and NOTHING is going RIGHT
and there's no way to go but DOWN.

I'm experiencing the completely wrong metaphor.

The rain from the sky was supposed to mingle with the rain from my eyes
until you couldn't tell I was crying.
The emo poems-- they lied, too.

God, this was supposed to be a cinematic ending.
It was going to a moment worth applauding for when the credits rolled.
There aren't any awards. Everyone leaves the theatre the moment it's over.
I'm just cold
and confused
and my bra is soaked through.

The movies lied to us.
They lied to us.

Where is my closure?
Where is my soaring orchestral theme?
Where is my spiral zoom-out?

Where is my kiss in the rain?