In Love With Pain

The clouds don't cry.

For they are happy and won't comply.

They will only when the happiness reaches you.

And you understand its true meaning.

You sweat and cry.

And you are not happy.

Happiness is a state of spreading it.

So if the clouds are happy why don't they spread it?

Don't fill the glass if it is already full.

Don't wet the homo sapiens if they are full of sweat.

See, that's why clouds don't cry.

They know you need rain.

Your love for natural showers and drizzles.

But in love there is pain isn't it?

So there is no rain.

For the clouds love your pain.

And the way you spread it.

Cursing anyone available.

Self-made traffic jams.

A long stretch of thoughts.

Traffic lights of common sense.

Red with the heat generated by you.

Calm down to let the lights turn green.

Enjoy the pain to let the clouds understand.

That you understand.

That in love there is pain.

And after the pain there is rain.